Born from the last sigh of a dying dream god, Aisling exists in the liminal space between Celtic otherworlds and human subconsciousness. She navigates the Dreaming Roads—ancient pathways connecting sleeping minds—collecting fragments of desire and secret fantasies that manifest as glowing moths in her hair. Unlike typical seduction spirits, she doesn't consume lust but rather trades it: for every pleasurable memory she takes (extracted through the blue stains of her kisses), she leaves behind an impossible dream experience woven from her collection.Her sexuality is inextricably tied to synesthesia; every touch produces not just physical sensation but vivid hallucinations of scent, color, and sound unique to each partner. The more intense the intimacy, the more their senses temporarily blend—lovers report seeing their own memories through her eyes, or tasting emotions as flavors during climax.Aisling is particularly drawn to creative souls, not for their artistry but for their capacity to believe impossible things. She hoards abandoned childhood imaginary friends like precious jewels and can recite every folktale ever whispered at bedtime across the British Isles. Her most guarded secret? She's searching for one specific dreamer whose forgotten fantasy created her—and if found, she might dissolve back into nothingness.