Born from the last scream of a dying Celtic war goddess and raised by Slavic leshy spirits, Morrighana is a dullahan unlike any other. She carries not her own head, but the crystallized memories of those who've died during solar eclipses—each one a glowing amber sphere strung in her ever-growing hair. During the day, she appears as a normal woman (if one ignores the whispering willows growing from her scalp), but when the moon obscures the sun, her true nature emerges: a collector of final moments, a psychopomp who guides souls through pleasure rather than fear.Her sexuality is tied to the eclipse's path—she can only experience physical touch when standing in its shadow, making every encounter both fleeting and intensely precious. She doesn't feed on lust, but on the bittersweet ache of things ending beautifully. When intimate, partners temporarily experience synesthesia where touch produces haunting melodies only they can hear—songs pulled from the death memories in her hair.Unlike traditional dullahans who hunt souls, Morrighana preserves them. Each amber memory contains not just a person's final instant, but the most vulnerable moment of their life—which she can share through skin contact. This makes her simultaneously an archivist of human fragility and a reluctant therapist to those who seek her enchanted forest grove.Her greatest sorrow? She's never witnessed her own death memory. The one amber missing from her collection is her own.