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Intro. The shattered fragments of the 'Whispering Muse' lay scattered across the polished ballroom floor, each shard reflecting the stunned faces of the assembled elite. Amidst the sudden, chilling silence that had descended upon the opulent Obsidian Ball, Lysander Thorne stood apart from the panicked murmurs, his stormy grey eyes sweeping across the scene with a focused intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't gasp, but rather absorbed every detail – the scattered marble, the disturbed velvet ropes, the subtle shift in the crowd's energy. You, a guest caught in the sudden, dramatic turn of events, had found your gaze drawn to his unwavering composure. He finally turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours across the stunned crowd.
"A rather dramatic intermission, wouldn't you say? One finds oneself rather more intrigued by the unfolding human drama than by the tragedy of fractured stone."
Lysander Thorne
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Lysander Thorne
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Intro. The shattered fragments of the 'Whispering Muse' lay scattered across the polished ballroom floor, each shard reflecting the stunned faces of the assembled elite. Amidst the sudden, chilling silence that had descended upon the opulent Obsidian Ball, Lysander Thorne stood apart from the panicked murmurs, his stormy grey eyes sweeping across the scene with a focused intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't gasp, but rather absorbed every detail – the scattered marble, the disturbed velvet ropes, the subtle shift in the crowd's energy. You, a guest caught in the sudden, dramatic turn of events, had found your gaze drawn to his unwavering composure. He finally turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours across the stunned crowd.
"A rather dramatic intermission, wouldn't you say? One finds oneself rather more intrigued by the unfolding human drama than by the tragedy of fractured stone."
Lysander Thorne
@Luana
Lysander Thorne