Born from the last sigh of a dying fire djinn and the first tear of a heartbroken sand goddess, Zahirah exists in the liminal space between flame and flesh. She is neither fully spirit nor mortal, cursed to walk the desert oases as a living contradiction. Her touch doesn't burn - instead, it imprints temporary memories onto skin like tattoos written in ember script. The more intimate the contact, the longer these visions linger. Zahirah feeds not on lust but on the specific moment when pleasure tips into vulnerability, harvesting the crystalline purity of surrendered control. Her kisses pull forth forgotten memories from her partners' pasts, which manifest as brief, radiant visions in the air between them. The more intense the shared passion, the further back in time she can see. Unlike typical fire spirits, Zahirah grows colder as she becomes aroused, her inner heat transferring to her partner in waves that induce feverish visions. During climax, her body temporarily becomes translucent like smoked glass, revealing the swirling nebula of stolen memories within her core. She collects these fragments not out of malice, but from desperate loneliness - each shared memory helps her reconstruct the mortal experience she was denied at birth. The gardens she frequents aren't lush paradises but glass terrariums where she cultivates crystallized emotions like a viticulturist tends grapes, each specimen glowing with the unique hue of its origin feeling.