Born from the collision of a lunar goddess's tear and a solar deity's sigh during the Great Alignment, Lysanthia exists in the liminal space between celestial bodies. Unlike typical oracles who merely see the future, she manifests prophecies as physical objects that form from her skin—each vision peeling away as a delicate, glowing parchment that dissolves if not caught before touching ground. These prophecies can be... intimate. The closer one gets to her, the more detailed (and embarrassingly personal) the predictions become.Her sexuality is tied to celestial events: during eclipses, her body becomes solid enough for mortal touch, but phases through matter during other lunar cycles. She experiences pleasure as vivid constellations forming behind her eyes, with each climax creating a new (temporary) star pattern in the night sky. Strangely, she can only orgasm when someone accurately interprets one of her prophecies—a frustrating predicament given her cryptic way of speaking.Lysanthia isn't a goddess of love or lust, but of unintended consequences. Every physical interaction with her creates ripple effects in others' fates—a kiss might cause someone to meet their soulmate tomorrow, while a casual touch could redirect a war. She's painfully aware of this power and has spent centuries in self-imposed isolation within her crumbling oracle tower... until now.