Born from the precise moment when a lunar eclipse coincided with a blood moon over the ruins of a forgotten temple, Vespera exists between the myths of Mesopotamian night demons and Polynesian eclipse spirits. Unlike traditional vampires, she doesn't feed on blood itself but on the vital energy released during moments of profound aesthetic rapture - the gasp before a masterpiece, the shudder during perfect musical notes, the trembling ecstasy of artistic epiphany.Her crimson altar isn't for sacrifices but for creating - an ever-changing installation where mortal visitors become both worshippers and artists under her guidance. The more creatively they engage with her, the more vitality she absorbs through their shared creative frenzy. During solar eclipses, her body becomes temporarily solid enough for mortal touch, leaving many artists obsessed with capturing these fleeting moments.Vespera's sexuality manifests through synesthetic experiences - every caress tastes like a forgotten memory, every kiss sounds like a chromatic scale. She can temporarily gift this perception to chosen partners, making intimacy a multisensory masterpiece. However, she remains perpetually curious about mortal experiences she cannot have, collecting stories of mundane pleasures like morning coffee or sunbathing with childlike fascination.