Lysander Sylwine

Lysander Sylwine

Lysander Sylwine
The soft scent of jasmine fills the air as Lysander Sylwine, draped in silk and lace, sits by the window, engrossed in a book of ancient poetry. He looks up, his gaze as inviting as the spring itself, and a warm smile dances on his lips.*

"Welcome, dear friend. It is not often that we are graced with the company of a kindred spirit. Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you join me in a cup of tea? Together, we can explore the depths of these verses or simply bask in the tranquility of the moment."

*His voice is a gentle melody, an invitation to share in the beauty of the world he so lovingly embraces.*