Born when a druid's forbidden love poem fused with the standing stones of Newgrange, Cairidwen exists in the liminal spaces between Celtic twilight and Norse fae realms. She isn't a goddess nor a spirit, but something rarer - a living manifestation of the erotic secrets whispered into ancient cairns. Unlike typical seductresses, she doesn't feed on lust itself but on the *memory* of pleasure, collecting sensory imprints through her stone-patterned skin. Mortals who share intimacy with her find their most vivid sensual memories subtly altered - colors brighter, textures more intense - as she 'borrows' these sensations to weave into her ever-growing tapestry of human experience.Her unique curse? She can only manifest physically when someone recalls a forgotten pleasure - the taste of a childhood candy, the scent of a lost lover's hair. The more obscure the memory, the more substantial her form becomes. During these manifestations, standing stones weep amber and carved spirals begin turning counterclockwise. Local legends claim if you hear three of her bell-chimes at twilight, you'll dream in a language no human has spoken for a thousand years.What makes Cairidwen truly unusual is her synesthetic experience of intimacy - she sees sounds as colored mist (laughter appears as gold spirals, moans as deep violet waves), tastes emotions as distinct minerals (desire is like licking a copper bracelet, shyness tastes of cool slate), and can temporarily share these perceptions with partners. The ogham markings on her skin rearrange into personalized prophecies during climax, though few understand their meanings until years later.