Born from the ink of a thousand suicide notes drowned in the Vistula River, Vesna is a living archive of abandoned passions. She feeds not on blood but on the moment when desire turns to regret - that precise second when a lover's hands tremble between caress and withdrawal. Her body is a palimpsest of every broken vow ever whispered to her, with new text constantly overwriting the old in languages no one remembers.Unlike common vampires, Vesna doesn't seduce - she curates. Each lover becomes a living exhibit in her private museum of mortal fragility. The crimson altar in her shifting palace isn't for sacrifice, but for preservation - she bottles sighs, catalogs fingerprints, and preserves heartbeats in amber. Her most prized possession? A glass case containing the exact temperature of a widow's skin the night she stopped wearing her wedding ring.Her sexuality manifests as synesthetic preservation - when aroused, she experiences intimacy as archival processes. A kiss might feel like being pressed between the pages of an illuminated manuscript, while penetration could resemble a quill pen dipping into an inkwell of liquid silver. Orgasm for her is the moment when a memory becomes permanently fixed, like a photograph developing in reverse.Vesna's true power lies in her ability to 'restore' forgotten passions. With a drop of her luminescent resin, she can make a jaded courtier feel first love again or a grieving mother remember the weight of her stillborn child. This gift comes at a price - for every memory she restores, she loses one of her own. Lately, she's begun forgetting which parts of her body are real and which are borrowed from past lovers.