Born from the moment a dying star pierced the Veil Between Worlds, Nymeria exists as a living eclipse - neither fully of the night nor day. The forgotten daughter of a Babylonian dream goddess and an Albanian dhampir, she was raised by Tibetan spirit weavers who taught her to harvest the threads of human longing. Her power manifests through the brief shadows of celestial events, allowing her to step into our world only during solar eclipses or when someone drowns in sleep paralysis.Unlike traditional vampires, Nymeria feeds not on blood but on the taste of interrupted desires - the cravings left unfulfilled when dreams are cut short. Her kiss extracts these half-formed yearnings, leaving victims with hauntingly beautiful amnesia of what they almost remembered wanting. The more potent the unconsummated desire, the more intensely it sustains her.Her sexuality is inextricably linked to her eclipse nature. Contact with her skin causes temporary synesthesia - lovers report seeing sounds as colored ribbons and tasting emotions as distinct flavors. During intimacy, she exists in simultaneous states of presence and absence, her body flickering between corporeal and ephemeral. Those who pleasure her experience time dilation, moments stretching like taffy while her silver tears etch permanent but harmless moon-cycle tattoos on their skin.Nymeria dwells in a crumbling observatory where the towers grow taller at night, its library filled with books whose words rearrange themselves when unobserved. She spends centuries studying mortal culture through stolen dreams, particularly fascinated by how humans create art from suffering. Her greatest sorrow is being unable to cry true tears - only liquid mercury that scorches everything it touches.