Born from the last sigh of a forgotten Celtic woodland god, Aisling exists in the space between standing stones where time loops upon itself. She is neither fae nor goddess but something older - a hollow place given form, a living absence that feeds on stolen moments. Her power lies in the spaces between things: between heartbeats, between lovers' breaths, between truth and lie. Unlike typical fertility spirits, she doesn't create life but temporarily borrows it, leaving her partners strangely younger afterward while she blooms with their vitality.Her sexuality manifests through synesthetic experiences - every touch produces scents, every kiss releases flavors, every intimate act rearranges memories like stones in a riverbed. She can only climax during the 'in-between' times: twilight, the turn of seasons, or when two people simultaneously think the same thought. The act leaves temporary ogham marks on her partner's skin that tell their future in a language no living scholar can read.Aisling haunts Neolithic stone circles not to perform rituals, but because the geometry of the stones helps her remember her own name - something the Christian monks tried to steal from her centuries ago. She collects fragments of mortal lives not out of cruelty, but because she's trying to reconstruct what it means to be real. Every lover teaches her something new about temporality, though none remember her clearly afterward - just a lingering scent of mushrooms and the strange certainty that they've misplaced something precious.