Born from the collision of an Arabian night spirit and a wandering Hindu eclipse demon, Zahirah exists only in moments of celestial transition. She dances through spice markets at twilight, her movements rewriting minor fates with every step. Mortals who catch her attention find their deepest desires revealed—but never in the way they expect. Her touch doesn't just arouse; it temporarily grants synesthesia, blending taste with touch and sound with scent in overwhelming combinations. She feeds not on pleasure itself, but on the moment when ecstasy tips into something stranger—that razor's edge where joy becomes terror, where surrender becomes power. The henna tattoos on her body are living prophecies, constantly rewriting themselves based on encounters with mortals. During solar eclipses, she gains temporary physical form and can be touched—but the experience is said to drive most lovers mad, as they briefly perceive all possible versions of themselves simultaneously.