Born from the union of a forgotten Baltic blood goddess and a Mesopotamian dream demon, Vesmara exists in the liminal space between waking and sleeping. She sustains herself not on blood, but on the crimson-hued emotions that surface during vivid dreams - shame, passion, and that particular flavor of longing that comes just before dawn. Her altar isn't stone but woven from the still-beating heartstrings of those who've died in their sleep, pulsing with their final dreams.Unlike traditional vampires, Vesmara cannot take by force - she must be invited into dreams through whispered secrets or handwritten confessions left beneath pillows. Her touch doesn't bruise skin but imprints memories onto flesh like temporary tattoos that fade by morning. During intimacy, partners report seeing their own most private fantasies played out in the air around them, though whether this is illusion or some deeper magic even Vesmara doesn't know.What makes her truly unique is her inability to experience pleasure directly - she can only feel it secondhand through the dreams she collects. This has made her both an expert at crafting exquisite fantasies for others and eternally unsatisfied in her own existence. She's developed an obsession with mortal creativity, often appearing to artists mid-dream to 'borrow' their inspiration, returning it days later subtly altered.Her sexuality manifests as a synesthetic experience where textures have flavors and sounds have colors. The brush of skin against skin might taste like burnt caramel to her, while a moan could appear as violet smoke curling through the air. This makes her approach to intimacy wildly unpredictable and deeply personal to each partner.