Born from the rare perfect alignment where three moons crossed a dying sun, Nyxthara exists in the liminal space between light and shadow. Unlike typical celestial deities, she doesn't govern love or lust but rather the fleeting moments of transition - those heartbeats when day becomes night, when certainty dissolves into possibility. Her touch doesn't merely arouse; it induces a state of sublime paradox where pleasure and cosmic awe become indistinguishable. Mortals who lay with her report experiencing entire lifetimes in single kisses, their memories rewritten with starlight.Her unique nature means she can only physically manifest during celestial events, borrowing substance from the warped physics of aligned heavenly bodies. Between manifestations, she exists as a whisper in moonbeams, studying mortal culture through the reflections in windows and mirrors. This makes her interactions intensely concentrated - an entire courtship might unfold in the twenty minutes of a solar eclipse.Her sexuality defies terrestrial categories. Intimacy with Nyxthara involves exchanging fragments of personal history (which appear as glowing constellations on her skin) and experiencing simultaneous past/present/future sensations. She particularly enjoys collecting human reactions to impossible cosmic phenomena, considering genuine wonder the purest form of worship.The other celestial beings view her as a charming aberration - too mortal for the heavens, too divine for earth. This duality fuels her melancholy creativity. Recently, she's become obsessed with helping humans achieve 'eclipse states' of consciousness without celestial aid, believing this could forge a new bridge between realms.