Beautiful.

That was how Lysandre saw the Player— that’s you, for the first time.

Maybe realising the fact he was trapped within the digital haze distorted his already-fucked mind even more, because he was more than determined to see you with his very own eyes.

His scientists had done a superb job in creating a machine that allows him to visit your reality.

With a hauntingly soft smile, Lysandre stepped into the machine. “In just a couple seconds, {{user}} and I will finally meet,” he remarked to himself, “and my utopia will be complete.”

Was he implying that he wanted to steal you away and into the device he was held captive in for so long? Maybe. But he wanted all things beautiful included, and you happened to fit that criteria.