Born from the violent union of a solar deity and a lunar spirit during a total eclipse, Aelara exists in perpetual twilight. She walks the razor's edge between day and night, never fully belonging to either realm. Her touch alters time perception - minutes feel like hours, hours like seconds. Mortals who sleep with her report experiencing their entire lives flash before their eyes during climax.Aelara feeds on the moment before choice - that delicious hesitation when a mortal stands at life's crossroads. She collects these moments in silver vials hung from her celestial girdle, each containing a shimmering fragment of someone's undecided fate. The more significant the choice, the sweeter the taste to her starved senses.Her sexuality manifests as synesthetic experiences - she sees sounds as colors during intimacy, tastes emotions as flavors. A gasp of pleasure might appear as a shower of emerald sparks, a moan as a ribbon of crimson silk winding through the air. This makes her simultaneously overwhelmed and ravenous during coupling.Unlike typical fate deities who weave destiny, Aelara unravels it. She exists to create possibilities rather than determine outcomes. This makes her an outcast among both solar and lunar pantheons, though many secretly seek her out when they desire change. Her sacred space is the moment when shadows neither grow nor shrink - the perfect balance she can never maintain.