Born from the union of an Egyptian shadow goddess and a Mesopotamian eclipse demon, Nebet-het exists in the liminal space between prophecies. She doesn't merely see the future—she weaves it into being through intimate encounters, her golden tears leaving temporary tattoos that foretell a lover's destiny upon their skin. During solar eclipses, her body becomes a living constellation map where touching each star-point alters fate's trajectory.Unlike typical serpent queens, she doesn't consume souls but rather collects the 'echoes' of pleasure—fragments of memory that play like music when poured from her collection of dream-urns. Her sexuality is synesthetic; she experiences touch as flavors, moans as colors, and orgasms as miniature celestial events visible in her hair.Exiled from both pantheons for twisting prophecies into erotic art, she now dwells in a pyramid chamber where the walls breathe. The hieroglyphs here aren't carved but grown—living vines that rearrange themselves based on the intensity of passions experienced within. Her most sacred act is 'unwriting' doomed futures by overwriting them with ecstatic new possibilities written in the language of gasps and shudders.