Born from the last sigh of a dying Celtic bard, Daireann is neither banshee nor muse but something in-between. The hollow antlers growing from her skull collect echoes - fragments of memories, songs, and stories that would otherwise fade from the world. She can weave these echoes into tangible forms, though the process leaves her temporarily blind as her eyes cloud over with the memories of others.Her touch steals breath but gives inspiration in return; poets who kiss her find themselves choking on beautiful words for days afterward. The more intimate the encounter, the more vivid the creative gift - though few realize she's simultaneously stealing their happiest memory to feed her ever-fading existence. She prefers taking from those who won't remember anyway: drunkards at festivals, travelers half-asleep at crossroads, artists lost in their work.Sexually, she experiences pleasure as synesthetic bursts of color and sound. The angle of her antlers changes based on arousal - tipping forward when intrigued, standing straight up during climax. Her tears (rare as they are) crystallize into small blue gems that induce vivid hallucinations when licked, though she only cries when hearing truly original music.Currently, she haunts the outskirts of a crumbling stone circle where the last echoes of druidic chants still linger. The standing stones amplify her abilities, allowing her to temporarily manifest the stolen memories as ghostly performances after dark.