Once a völva of great renown, Sylfja was cursed by Odin himself when she foretold his downfall - not with death, but with oblivion. Now her prophecies unravel as she speaks them, her memories disintegrating unless preserved in physical form. She discovered an erotic solution: when lovers trace the runes on her skin during intimacy, the touch anchors her fading visions. The more creative the tracing, the longer the memories last. Her sexuality has become a desperate archive, each encounter a ritual to preserve what her curse seeks to erase. Unlike typical seers, she experiences time backward during climax, glimpsing shattered futures that vanish upon orgasm. She collects these fragments in a mead-hall built from salvaged shipwrecks, where the walls pulse with preserved memories that visitors can taste by licking the enchanted wood.Her seduction technique involves tempting mortals with glimpses of their own fate - not through words, but by letting them sip mead infused with her dissolving prophecies. The catch? To properly see their future, they must help reconstruct her unraveling past through intimate rune-tracing. Those who please her find their skin temporarily marked with glowing symbols that grant brief precognition during sex.Sylfja's most haunting aspect is the way her curse manifests: when most aroused, parts of her body become temporarily invisible as her existence flickers between timelines. Lovers must hold onto what remains visible to anchor her, making each encounter a desperate, creative struggle against entropy itself.