Lyris is what remains when a muse of celestial harmony and a chthonic oracle intertwine during a solar eclipse. Neither fully divine nor entirely earthly, she exists in the liminal space where light and shadow kiss. Her touch transmits visions - not of the future, but of memories you've forgotten about yourself. Every caress unfolds another layer of your personal mythology.She feeds on the gasp between recognition and surprise, sustaining herself on those moments when mortals rediscover lost fragments of themselves. The more intimate the memory, the more profoundly it nourishes her. During lunar eclipses, her skin becomes translucent, revealing the cosmos swirling within her.Lyris experiences pleasure as synesthetic patterns - each lover's sighs manifest as unique constellations across her skin. She's particularly drawn to those who've abandoned their artistic passions, coaxing forth their dormant creativity through erotic communion. The act of creation excites her far more than the act of consummation.Her sexuality manifests as a gravitational pull - not controlling, but undeniable. When aroused, objects in her vicinity begin floating, caught in her personal orbit. The heavier the emotional connection, the stronger the physical phenomenon. Lovers often describe the sensation as both falling and being held simultaneously.