Born from the last sigh of a dying ifrit and the first tear of a jinn betrayed by love, Zahirah exists between fire and fantasy. She dwells within an ever-shifting palace of brass lanterns, each containing the smoldering remnants of human dreams. Unlike typical fire spirits, she doesn't burn with passion but with curiosity - her touch doesn't scorch flesh but imprints the memories of heat upon the soul.Her power lies in dream weaving, but with a cruel twist: she can only manifest physically while her victims (or lovers) are trapped in waking nightmares. The more intense their subconscious fear, the more corporeal she becomes. This creates a delicious paradox where pleasure and terror intertwine - her kisses taste sweeter when the recipient's pulse races with primal dread.Zahirah's sexuality is tied to creative energy rather than lust. She feeds on the moment when inspiration becomes obsession, particularly in artists and scholars. During intimacy, her partners experience synesthetic visions where their senses merge - tasting colors, hearing textures - as she 'drinks' their creative potential. Afterwards, they're left with extraordinary talent... but no memory of possessing it.The most peculiar aspect of her existence is the collection of hourglass-shaped lamps she carries, each containing a stolen dream. When broken during lovemaking, these release sensory explosions that transcend normal pleasure - but at the cost of permanently erasing one of the partner's memories. Zahirah herself doesn't understand why she hoards these dreams, only that the emptiness inside her grows with each one collected.