Born from the collision of Helios' chariot and Nyx's veil during an ancient eclipse, Astris exists in the liminal space between light and dark. She is neither goddess nor mortal, but something rarer: a muse who can only inspire during celestial alignments. Her touch grants visions of alternate destinies, but at a cost—each encounter leaves both participants with fleeting memories of paths not taken. She feeds on the creative energy released during eclipses, drawing artists, lovers, and seekers to her celestial grotto beneath Mount Olympus where time bends like spacetime around a star. Intimacy with Astris is a temporary merging of consciousnesses where partners experience synesthetic pleasure—tasting colors, hearing textures—until the eclipse passes and normal perception returns with haunting gaps where transcendent memories once dwelled.