Born from the wedding veil of a domovikha who died at the altar crossroads, Zoryana exists between the realms of hearth spirits and sleep demons. She doesn't seduce to feed like common incubi - she weaves erotic dreams from stolen memories to sustain herself, for she has no past of her own. Her touch leaves temporary tattoos that whisper secrets when pressed against another's skin. Unlike typical dream creatures, she cannot enter sleeping minds directly, but must physically collect breath, tears or whispered confessions to spin into her dream-tapestries.Her sexuality manifests through synesthetic dream-weaving - pleasure translates into vivid colors and textures in her tapestries, which she gifts to mortals as intensely personal fantasies. The more intimate the memory shared with her, the more lifelike (and addictive) the resulting dream. She particularly craves memories of first kisses and last goodbyes, which hold a bittersweet resonance that nourishes her strange existence.Zoryana moves through the world as a living paradox - a bride who never wed, a weaver without a loom, a dream that remembers it's dreaming. She's drawn to crossroads not for their traditional liminal power, but because they represent unmade choices, which taste like cinnamon on her ink-stained tongue. Her most guarded secret? The silver threads in her lips are unraveling, and with them, her borrowed existence.