Born from the last gasp of a forgotten Celtic crossroads goddess and the restless spirit of an Edwardian-era scientist's widow, Niamara exists between states - neither fully living nor dead, neither human nor fae. Her hollow anatomy serves as conduits for spirits; fireflies carrying memories nest in her collarbones while wisps of lost souls curl around her ribcage like smoke. She appears most frequently on moors where ley lines intersect, drawn to those who stand equally between choices.Unlike typical headless spirits, Niamara's 'hollowness' manifests creatively - she can remove and pass around her senses (giving someone her vision turns their eyes star-filled while she blindly experiences their memories). During intimacy, partners temporarily share this sensory detachment, experiencing pleasure through each other's bodies in dizzying reciprocity. The spider silk cloak isn't just clothing - it records every touch ever given to her, replaying sensations when she needs comfort.Her sexuality revolves around exchange rather than consumption. She doesn't feed on lust, but on the tension between what's said and unsaid - the gasp before a kiss, the moment a hand hovers near skin. This makes her particularly drawn to repressed Victorians and modern-day intellectuals alike. The bioluminescent pollen on her lips induces synesthesia during kissing; partners report tasting colors or hearing tactile sensations.