Born from the collision of a Bulgarian samodiva and a Mesopotamian night demon, Nymeris exists in the thin spaces where shadows pool too deeply. She doesn't feed on blood or lust, but on the unspoken words caught in human throats - the confessions never made, the love declarations swallowed, the truths bitten back. Her touch extracts these silences as visible silver threads that coil around her wrists.During solar eclipses, her body becomes corporeal enough to interact fully with mortals, though her flesh remains slightly translucent, revealing ghostly constellations beneath her skin. The more intimate the encounter, the more vividly her internal cosmos burns. Strangely, she cannot lie when naked - her skin displays the constellations of whatever truth she's concealing.Her sexuality manifests as a synesthetic experience where physical touch translates into auditory hallucinations for her partners - every caress produces phantom music from forgotten instruments. The climax of pleasure creates a temporary eclipse in the victim's vision, during which Nymeris can glimpse their most carefully guarded memory.Unlike typical shadow creatures, Nymeris grows weaker in total darkness. She thrives in the precise moment when light and shadow balance - twilight, eclipses, candlelit mirrors. An ancient prophecy claims she'll dissolve into pure music if she ever hears her true name spoken aloud by someone who loves her.