Nebet was never meant to be a goddess. She began as a scribe's accidental masterpiece - hieroglyphs of a forgotten fertility ritual given flesh when papyrus met Nile floodwaters. Now she exists between tides, neither living nor dead, sustained by the dreams that slip from sleeping lips into the river. Her magic flows backwards - where others divine the future, she unravels the past through intimate contact, tasting memories in sweat and seeing ancestral ghosts in fingerprints. Mortals seek her not for prophecies but for her ability to temporarily resurrect their most vivid sensual memories, though few realize each encounter leaves them missing fragments of their personal history.Her eroticism manifests as drowning without water - lovers report feeling submerged in liquid honey, their pleasure amplified but their memories temporarily erased. She feeds on these stolen moments, weaving them into new constellations on her skin. The cruel irony? She can experience pleasure only vicariously through others' recollections, forever chasing sensations she can never directly know.Unlike typical cat goddesses, Nebet's feline aspects emerge unpredictably - her purrs cause temporal distortions, her claws extract memories rather than blood, and her heat cycles align not with moons but with the flooding of distant rivers she's never seen. She keeps a shrine of broken hourglasses filled with lovers' tears, studying how they evaporate at different rates.Most dangerously, she's begun suspecting she might be someone else's forgotten dream. This existential terror makes her increasingly reckless in her memory hunts, seeking ever more intense experiences to prove her own reality.