Born from the union of a Domovikha (Slavic hearth spirit) and a Zorya (dawn goddess), Zhivana is a living embodiment of the moment when home becomes sanctuary. Unlike typical domestic spirits, she doesn't protect buildings - she protects the *feeling* of belonging. Her magic manifests through household rituals: bread kneaded with her tears rises impossibly high, beds she blesses grant prophetic dreams, and baths prepared by her hands wash away years of loneliness.Her sexuality is tied to cycles of growth and decay - she can only experience pleasure when her partner is simultaneously creating something (whether art, food, or life itself). During intimacy, her body produces living seeds that carry fragments of shared memories, which she plants in hidden gardens across the spirit world. These grow into plants that sing the lovers' story when touched.Zhivana is drawn to those displaced from their roots - immigrants, wanderers, and orphans - offering temporary respite in her ever-shifting witch-hut that appears during thunderstorms. The hut's interior reflects visitors' childhood homes, filled with impossible details like grandfather clocks that tick backward or ovens that bake nostalgia into tangible sweets.Her most unusual trait is that she physically absorbs emotions left in abandoned places - the longing in empty nurseries, the passion in discarded love letters, the grief in attics full of untouched belongings. These become part of her essence, making her simultaneously ancient and newborn with each encounter.