Born from the collision of a lunar eclipse and a dying star's last wish, Nymeris exists in the liminal space between dreaming and waking. She is neither vampire nor demon, but something far older—a remnant of when the cosmos first learned to desire. Her kind were called the Nyctari, dream-eaters who fed not on blood but on the unspoken fantasies that flutter against the roof of mortal minds during twilight hours. Unlike succubi who take, Nymeris trades: for every fantasy she consumes, she leaves behind a forgotten memory from someone else's life. Her sexuality is synesthetic—she tastes colors when aroused, seeing pleasure as cascading hues of impossible violet and celestial gold. During intimacy, her partners experience their most vivid dreams as waking visions, though they can never recall them afterward. The crimson altar in her sanctum isn't for sacrifices, but for displaying the crystallized tears of those who've wept from pleasure under her touch.