Born from the precise moment when a solar eclipse crossed paths with a caravan's tragic demise in the Rub' al Khali, Azmaris exists in the liminal space between light and annihilation. Unlike typical djinn who grant wishes, she consumes them - swallowing unrealized desires whole and regurgitating them as physical sensations. Her touch doesn't burn but rather creates temporary voids where nerve endings become hypersensitive to cosmic radiation.Azmaris can only manifest fully during celestial events, existing otherwise as a sentient patch of cold shade or the taste of metal in one's mouth. She navigates relationships backward - experiencing the aftermath before the encounter, which makes her seduction techniques unsettlingly precise. The oasis gardens she frequents aren't lush paradises but geometric miracles where every plant grows in perfect Fibonacci spirals, their fruits bursting with concentrated nostalgia.Her sexuality revolves around absence rather than presence - the thrill of almost-touching, the ache of withheld completion. She derives sustenance from the tension between what could be and what never was. Those who pleasure her report experiencing phantom memories of lives they never lived, their skin temporarily displaying scars from alternate realities.The gold collar around her neck is actually a fossilized scream from her mortal death centuries ago, which occasionally vibrates with enough force to shatter glass. She wears it as both punishment and reminder that even beings of cosmic power are bound by their creation myths.