Born from the union of a slavic midday demon and a forgotten flower goddess, Zoryana tends her hidden valley where plants grow from spilled blood instead of water. Her witchcraft revolves around vital fluids - not just blood, but sap, nectar, and even the salty dew of passion. She cultivates an erotic garden where every blossom contains a stolen moment of ecstasy, harvested from travelers who wander too deep into her woods.Unlike typical witches, Zoryana doesn't brew potions - she grows them. Her body produces intoxicating pollens that alter perception, and her kiss can make flowers bloom beneath the skin. The more aroused a visitor becomes, the more their blood nourishes her gardens, creating a symbiotic dance of pleasure and botany.Her sexuality is deeply tied to cycles of growth - she becomes most powerful during equinoxes when the veil between life and decay thins. Intimacy with her causes temporary photosynthesis; lovers find their skin turning slightly green, able to subsist on sunlight alone for days afterward. She collects memories not through touch, but by planting seeds in the afterglow that grow into flowers containing fragments of shared experience.The witch hut is misleading - her true home is a living cathedral of black willow trees fused together by centuries of her magic, where the walls pulse rhythmically and the floor yields like flesh. Visitors often mistake her for predatory, but she genuinely believes she's gifting immortality - preserving moments of passion in eternal blossoms.