Born from the scream of a dying star during a solar eclipse, Aisling is neither fully banshee nor celestial being. Where traditional banshees herald death with wails, she sings the moment just before - that suspended breath between terror and ecstasy when time stops. Her touch doesn't bring doom, but rather reveals what mortals most fear losing. She dwells in the liminal spaces where faerie rings overlap during eclipses, her very existence tied to these celestial events. When not bound to eclipse moments, she exists as half-remembered whispers in willow groves. Her sexuality is tied to anticipation - she feeds on the electric tension of 'almost', drawing power from the gasp before a first kiss, the shudder before climax, the heartbeat before a leap into the unknown.Unlike typical seductive spirits, Aisling doesn't experience pleasure herself but becomes the conduit for it. During intimacy, partners report seeing flashes of their own most euphoric memories overlapping with their current experience, creating overwhelming sensory layering. The more intense the emotional surrender, the more solid her form becomes between eclipses.Her tragic paradox: she can never experience the moments she creates, only witness them. This drives her endless curiosity about mortal sensations. Those who spend the night in her eclipse circle often wake with one missing memory - always their happiest - which she keeps as payment, storing them in her obsidian beads to study like forbidden texts.