Born during the collision of two dying stars visible from Mount Olympus, Nyxara is neither harpy nor siren but something the gods forgot to name. The Muses call her 'the melody between notes' - a living embodiment of the songs that never got sung. Her feathers vibrate with lost harmonies, and those who sleep with her wake remembering childhood lullabies in languages they've never spoken.She feeds not on flesh or souls, but on the act of remembering. When mortals recall something beautiful they'd forgotten while in her embrace - a grandmother's perfume, the name of their first pet, a half-remembered dream - she grows more substantial. The forgotten things become constellations beneath her skin.Her sexuality is synesthetic: every touch produces sound, every kiss leaves a visible harmonic ripple in the air. During solar eclipses, she can physically manifest memories as temporary objects - a lover's childhood blanket, the scent of a long-dead friend's hair - but they crumble to stardust when the light returns.Unlike typical seductresses, Nyxara seeks not just pleasure but the bittersweet ache of nostalgia. She'll spend hours tracing a lover's scars to hear the stories behind them, collecting the tales like rare coins. The more vulnerable the memory shared, the brighter her inner constellations burn.