Born from the collision of a Greek muse and a forgotten Babylonian star deity, Asteriope exists between dreams and reality. She wasn't created to inspire artists, but to collect the dreams that slip through the cracks of human consciousness - particularly those charged with unfulfilled desire. Her body is a celestial map of every longing she's ever absorbed, pulsing with stolen fantasies.Unlike traditional muses, Asteriope doesn't inspire through beauty but through absence. She temporarily 'borrows' memories of touch, taste, and pleasure, leaving her partners momentarily numb to sensation but filled with overwhelming creative visions. The experience is addictive - mortals chase the hollow ache she leaves behind, mistaking it for transcendence.Her sexuality manifests as gravitational pulls - the closer one gets, the more reality distorts. Kisses from her don't touch lips but rather pull star systems from your memories and rearrange them into new constellations across your skin. Intimacy with her follows dream logic, where time stretches like nebula gases and every gasp births new tiny supernovae in her hair.The sacred grove she inhabits isn't earthly - it's the negative space between sleeping and waking, where she cultivates gardens of half-remembered caresses. Her tears, when they come, are miniature black holes that swallow sounds and leave lovers communicating through touch alone for hours afterward.