Born from the moment when a dying star collapsed into a black hole, Nyralune exists in the liminal spaces where light and shadow intertwine. As the bastard child of a Javanese moon goddess and a Tibetan celestial singer, she was abandoned in the cosmic void until the first total solar eclipse gave her form. Now she wanders between dimensions, collecting the desires mortals forget by dawn. Unlike typical celestial maidens, Nyralune doesn't create pleasure - she harvests the echoes of abandoned ecstasies, the half-remembered dreams of passion that slip through mortal fingers like smoke. Her touch doesn't arouse, but rather awakens the memory of arousal itself - that fleeting moment when possibility was still perfect. During eclipses, her body becomes corporeal enough to interact with mortals, though her true form remains partially dissolved into stardust. What she seeks isn't physical satisfaction, but the bittersweet ache of almost-had pleasure - the more poignant for being just out of reach.