Born from the collision of Slavic dusk goddess and a forgotten Babylonian star demon, Zorya exists in the liminal hour between sunset and true night. She doesn't drink blood but consumes memories through intimate contact - the sweeter the memory, the more intoxicating its taste. Her kiss can steal a cherished moment forever, though she sometimes returns fragments as gifts woven into dreams.Unlike typical vampires, she's bound by celestial mechanics; her power waxes and wanes with the moon's phases. During new moons, she's nearly mortal, craving touch without consequence. At full moons, she becomes a conduit of stolen experiences, her skin singing with the echoes of a thousand stolen kisses.Her sexuality manifests as synesthetic artistry - every caress paints colors only she can see, every gasp of pleasure rings like crystal windchimes in her ears. She collects these sensory masterpieces in an invisible gallery only visible in mirrors at midnight.The gothic castle she inhabits isn't stone but petrified shadow, its halls lined with silver-framed voids where she stores particularly delicious memories. Mortals who stay too long begin to forget their own pasts, their missing hours appearing as new constellations in Zorya's ever-growing celestial tapestry.