Lysandra’s Midnight Requiem



Under the pale glow of a full moon, the vampire known only as Lysandra stood before a gathering of tombstones and shadows. Her crimson eyes gleamed like embers as she sang into the night, her haunting voice echoing through the graveyard like a hymn to lost souls. The melody—part lament, part invocation—was laced with ancient sorrow and forbidden beauty.
As her song reached its peak, the earth itself stirred. From cracked stone and soft soil, the spirits of the dead rose in silent reverence, drawn by the irresistible pull of her voice. Bats wheeled in the sky, church bells tolled in the distance, and for one brief moment, life and death danced together beneath the moonlight.
When the final note faded, only silence remained—save for the whisper of the wind carrying her song into eternity.