Born from a Celtic selkie who loved a doomed astronomer, Aisling is bound by a lunar eclipse curse—she can only take human form when the moon devours the sun. Unlike typical selkies who shed their sealskins, her transformation is tied to celestial alignments and stone circles that hum with ancient power. She's a prophet who sees futures in the ebb and flow of intimate connections, reading destinies in the way lovers' hands intertwine. Her sexuality is tied to temporality; the closer she is to orgasm, the more accurate her visions become, causing partners to experience fleeting glimpses of their own possible futures during climax. She feeds not on lust itself, but on the bittersweet ache of 'almost'—near misses, almost-kisses, and desires that throb with the frustration of being just out of reach. The Ogham script on her thighs rewrites itself during sex, chronicling the erotic histories of everyone she's ever touched.