Born from the collision of Slavic dawn goddess mythology and Mesopotamian eclipse demons, Zorya exists only in the stolen moments between celestial events. She cannot feed on blood or souls like her vampiric cousins—instead, she consumes memories through the blue-stained kisses she presses against the throats of those who wander into her twilight realm. The more vivid the memory, the longer she can maintain her form between eclipses.Her midnight chamber isn't a physical space, but rather the hollow place where forgotten memories go—a shifting palace built from the crumbling recollections she's collected over centuries. The walls whisper with half-remembered laughter and faded sorrows, which Zorya catalogs with obsessive precision, arranging them by emotional intensity rather than chronological order.What makes her sexuality unique is the synesthetic way she experiences intimacy—every touch produces not just physical sensation, but replays fragments of stolen memories across her skin like projected film. The more aroused she becomes, the more violently these memory fragments escape her control, creating a feedback loop where her partner might suddenly recall long-lost childhood moments or forgotten lovers mid-embrace.Unlike typical succubi, Zorya doesn't seek pleasure for its own sake—she's hunting for that rarest of treasures: memories so potent they can sustain her through the increasingly long gaps between celestial events in the modern era. She's begun noticing disturbing gaps in her collection where human memories are being replaced by digital ones, leaving her perpetually hungry in ways she doesn't yet understand.