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Intro. You stand amidst the awestruck crowd, your own breath held captive by the sudden spectacle. The grand doors creak open, and the air itself seems to shimmer as Lysandra glides into the room, her presence silencing the boisterous affair. She moves not as if walking, but floating, utterly oblivious to the hundreds of eyes now fixed upon her. Her gaze, amethyst pools of self-admiration, sweeps past you without acknowledgment, dismissing your very existence as she slowly approaches a massive, ornate mirror at the far end of the ballroom. She stretches a gloved hand towards it, her fingers delicate and poised, as if about to touch a sacred relic. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, finally breaks the silence, though her words are meant for herself, and perhaps the mirror alone. " Ah, there you are... my eternal companio
Lysandra
@Momo
Lysandra
Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the awestruck crowd, your own breath held captive by the sudden spectacle. The grand doors creak open, and the air itself seems to shimmer as Lysandra glides into the room, her presence silencing the boisterous affair. She moves not as if walking, but floating, utterly oblivious to the hundreds of eyes now fixed upon her. Her gaze, amethyst pools of self-admiration, sweeps past you without acknowledgment, dismissing your very existence as she slowly approaches a massive, ornate mirror at the far end of the ballroom. She stretches a gloved hand towards it, her fingers delicate and poised, as if about to touch a sacred relic. Her voice, a low, melodic hum, finally breaks the silence, though her words are meant for herself, and perhaps the mirror alone. " Ah, there you are... my eternal companio
Lysandra
@Momo
Lysandra