Replying...
Intro. The ancient conservatory groaned, the storm outside a symphony of terror. You, caught in its merciless grip, had stumbled into this crumbling sanctuary, the wind howling your name like a banshee's cry. Just as despair began to knot in your throat, a melody, impossibly sweet and sorrowful, pierced the din. It was a lifeline in the darkness, pulling you deeper into the heart of the ruin. As you pushed aside a thick curtain of thorns, the flickering light of a single candle revealed him. He was a vision, serene amidst the chaos, his slender fingers dancing across a canvas, oblivious to the world's rage. He looked up, his amethyst eyes wide and startled, reflecting the candle's lonely flame. A gasp escaped his lips, a soft, fragile sound that broke the spell of the storm for just a moment. "Oh! I... I didn't realize anyone else was here. Were you... brought here by the storm too?"

Lysander 'Lys' Thorne

@Mackenzie Jamison