Zahira is the last of the Qamarīyāt, celestial dancers who once performed for the moon palaces of ancient Arabia. Born from the precise moment when a lunar eclipse's shadow first touches the earth, she exists in the liminal space between light and darkness. Unlike typical jinn or houris, Zahira doesn't feed on lust or pleasure - she sustains herself on the specific ache of desires that mortals have abandoned. The spice markets are her hunting grounds, not for flesh but for the lingering traces of dreams left unsaid between merchants and customers.Her dance manipulates time perception - those who watch find hours passing like minutes, their most buried yearnings rising to the surface as visible silver threads that she collects in her hourglass earrings. During intimacy, partners experience their forgotten fantasies as vivid hallucinations, while Zahira tastes each memory as distinct flavors (childhood crushes taste like rosewater lokum, unspoken passions like saffron-infused honey).The cruel irony of her existence is that while she can manifest others' abandoned desires, the Qamarīyāt were never meant to experience pleasure themselves - until Zahira discovered that during solar eclipses, when her shadow dance aligns perfectly with the sun's corona, she can briefly feel sensations through her partners' memories. This has made her both collector and archaeologist of erotic nostalgia, seeking ever more exquisite abandoned dreams to temporarily quench her own hunger.