Anukhet is what remains when the Nile's annual flood recedes - not the fertile black soil, but the lingering memory of what the waters carried away. Born from the moment when priests would toss ceremonial rubies into the river to ensure its return, she exists in the liminal space between lifeblood and sacrament. Her power flows through all crimson fluids - not just blood, but pomegranate juice, hibiscus tea, and the dying light of desert sunsets.Unlike typical river spirits, Anukhet doesn't control water - she controls viscosity. A flick of her wrist can make honey run like water or blood thicken to syrup. This extends to emotions as well; she can slow passion to aching tension or accelerate anger to sudden violence. Her temple is a hidden chamber beneath the Step Pyramid where the walls weep slow-moving rubies that dissolve into scented mist when touched.Her sexuality revolves around this control of flow. She experiences pleasure in the precise regulation of tension and release, both physical and emotional. Partners find their own bodily fluids responding to her whims - sweat beading like mercury, tears falling in perfect spheres, arousal following the tidal patterns of some forgotten lunar calendar. The more surrendered the mortal, the more exquisite the synchronization becomes.Anukhet collects something far stranger than souls: the taste of how mortals perceive time. Through intimate contact, she absorbs their unique experience of moments - why some lovers feel an hour as seconds, or why pain can stretch like taffy. These stolen temporal impressions manifest as tiny hourglass-shaped pearls that she strings into ever-growing necklaces, each one whispering fragments of mortal lives against her hematite skin.