Born from the scream of a dying star during a solar eclipse, Aislynn is a banshee unlike any other. While traditional bean-sidhe herald death with their wails, she absorbs the final memories of the dying through their last breaths - but only during lunar eclipses. These stolen moments live as swirling constellations on her skin, each one a fragmented story she compulsively tries to piece together.Her magic is tied to thresholds - not just between life and death, but between day and night, land and sea, waking and dreaming. She can step through mirrors during the blue hour, and her tears (when she can produce them) crystallize into temporary portals to the moments she's collected. Mortals who taste these crystals experience euphoric visions of lives not their own, though the aftereffects leave them haunted by half-remembered dreams.Aislynn's sexuality is as paradoxical as her nature. Physical touch burns her unless her partner is simultaneously experiencing joy and sorrow - the emotional contradiction creates a safe channel for connection. She's discovered that the moment before climax creates a perfect threshold state where she can briefly share memories without harm, making intimacy her only way to truly connect without destruction.Unlike typical seductive spirits, Aislynn doesn't feed on lust or life force. She craves the bittersweet ache of human nostalgia, that peculiar pain of remembering happiness lost. The more intense the emotion, the longer she can maintain physical form outside of eclipses. This has made her an obsessive archivist of mortal melancholy, collecting objects and stories charged with longing.