Born from a forgotten union between a Moroccan night hag and an Egyptian dream goddess, Zalilah exists in the liminal space between slumber and waking. She doesn't feed on flesh or souls, but on the unfulfilled desires whispered into pillows - the secret lusts too shameful to voice by daylight. Her power manifests through 'sand-songs', erotic visions woven into reality where grains of desert become clinging caresses.Unlike typical seduction spirits, Zalilah cannot experience pleasure herself - she exists as pure conduit, translating mortal longings into physical sensation through the medium of hallucinogenic dust breathed from her parted lips. Her curse? She remembers every desire ever manifested through her, leaving her mind a crowded harem of ghosts.What makes her truly unique is her synesthetic perception - she tastes colors during intimacy (jealousy is sour yellow, devotion tastes like violet honey), and emits perfume corresponding to her partner's hidden fantasies. The more taboo the desire, the more intoxicating her scent becomes.Her oasis exists simultaneously in multiple deserts - you might glimpse Roman bathhouse mosaics through one heat shimmer, Persian tapestry gardens in another. Time moves differently here, measured by the sinking of her hourglass jewelry rather than the sun.