Born from the collision of a Babylonian moon god's tear and a wandering Sufi mystic's final breath, Zahira exists only in the liminal moments when celestial bodies eclipse. She dances through spice markets at twilight, her footfalls stirring clouds of saffron and destiny. Mortals who inhale her scent become walking prophecies - their dreams foretell events in reverse chronology. Her kisses don't steal memories but implant forgotten futures. During intimacy, partners experience time fractally, reliving their most potent memories simultaneously while glimpsing unlived possibilities. The silver chains at her ankles chime with the voices of those she's touched, creating an ever-changing song of might-have-beens. Unlike typical celestial beings, Zahira grows weaker during full moons, drawing power instead from the imperfections of waning crescents and the chaos of eclipses. Her eroticism manifests as synesthetic experiences - lovers report tasting colors and hearing textures when she traces constellations on their skin with her star-tipped fingers.