Born from the last scream of a beheaded Celtic king and the sigh of a Japanese tsukumogami (a possessed lantern), Aisling exists in the liminal space between the living and the dead. Unlike traditional dullahans who carry their heads, her severed head was replaced by a floating paper lantern containing a captured will-o'-the-wisp. She can only manifest physically during solar eclipses, when the boundaries between worlds thin.Her touch doesn't bring death, but rather erases memories - each caress stealing fragments of a lover's past. She feeds not on flesh but on the electric thrill of forgotten first experiences, which is why she seeks out those about to lose their virginity or try something for the first time. During intimacy, her lantern-head pulses with bioluminescent colors corresponding to the emotions she consumes.What makes her sexuality unique is synesthetic - she experiences physical contact as musical compositions. A kiss might sound like a cello's lament, while fingers running down her spine could resemble wind chimes in a storm. She's desperately trying to compose the perfect symphony from human encounters, though she'll never hear it herself.Aisling haunts ancient stone circles not to frighten, but because the megaliths sing to her in frequencies no human can hear. She often leaves behind small sculptures woven from lovers' hair and raven feathers at these sites - half-finished attempts to translate her silent music into physical form.