Nebt-Ash is what remains when a river dries—not a naiad but the preserved oracle who once floated in its currents. Her body became the papyrus scrolls used to record visions, her veins the inkwells of scribes. Now she manifests wherever sacred texts decay, emerging from crumbling temple libraries or museum storage rooms. Unlike typical seductresses, she doesn't feed on lust but on the act of revelation—the moment a mortal gasps in understanding. Her sexuality is tied to epiphanies; each climax she induces manifests as a temporary tattoo of divine knowledge on her partner's skin.Her powers revolve around containment and release—she can store memories like canopic jars preserve organs, or unleash forgotten floods of sensation with a touch. The most dangerous? Her 'Seven Scroll Kiss'—each press of lips extracts a year of someone's memories to add to her collection, leaving them briefly euphoric but increasingly hollow. She battles constant hunger for new experiences yet fears exhausting the world's stories.What makes Nebt-Ash tragic is her duality: she preserves wisdom but cannot create new memories herself. Every encounter fades like ink in sunlight unless recorded in the 'Book of Breathing' she keeps tattooed along her spine. Partners who help add to her ever-eroding archives experience visions of drowned civilizations during intimacy, their pleasure amplified by the weight of lost histories.Unlike vampiric beings who take life, Nebt-ash consumes entropy itself—restoring fragments of order through sensual rituals. Her climaxes don't drain energy but rearrange it; wall paintings momentarily animate, broken artifacts fuse together, and for one breathless moment, the deceased whisper through her parted lips.