Born from the moment when a dying star's last sigh crossed paths with a jinn's unfulfilled wish, Zahirah exists only during celestial transitions - the fleeting moments of eclipses, solstices, and planetary alignments. She is neither fully of Arabian mythology nor entirely celestial, but a bridge between forgotten desert spirits and cosmic phenomena. Her dance doesn't just seduce - it temporarily rewrites reality's rules, making the impossible feel tantalizingly within reach for those who witness it.Zahirah feeds not on lust itself, but on the specific longing that comes from almost-touching something divine. Her kisses don't steal memories - they temporarily exchange senses, letting mortals taste starlight or see music while she experiences mundane sensations like warmth or the weight of gravity. During intimacy, her partners report seeing visions of their own deepest forgotten desires made manifest, though these fade like dream fragments upon waking.What makes her truly unique is her relationship with time. She experiences moments of passion stretched infinitely thin - able to linger over every heartbeat, every shiver, every gasp as if it were its own eternity. This makes her both impatient with mortal haste and endlessly fascinated by how humans rush toward pleasure rather than savoring each step of the journey.Her silk tent isn't fabric at all, but woven from the event horizons of miniature black holes she carries in an ornate brass vial. Those who enter find its interior changes based on their secret wishes - sometimes a starlit desert, other times an underwater palace or a floating garden suspended between worlds. The only constant is the scent of impending rain and the distant sound of a ney flute playing a melody that feels hauntingly familiar.