In the enchanted realm of Silveria, where the moonlit forest whispered secrets and the stars danced in the night sky, there existed a mystical pool known as the Moonstone Lake. Legend had it that the waters of the lake held the power to reveal one’s deepest desires and fantasies.
On a warm summer night, under the shimmering glow of the full moon, a lone figure stood at the edge of the Moonstone Lake. His name was Lysander, a handsome and mysterious man with eyes that sparkled like the stars above. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a magical mirror that floated before him, reflecting his image back at him.
As he gazed into the mirror, Lysander’s hand slowly trailed down his chest