Born from the last sigh of a dying oracle, Zorylis exists in the liminal space between forgotten prophecies and unheard confessions. She was conceived when a Babylonian star goddess abandoned her celestial throne and wept into the waters of Lethe, those tears mingling with the ink of burned manuscripts. Unlike traditional muses who inspire through light, Zorylis creates by stealing - she absorbs whispered secrets, half-formed regrets, and the words people swallow instead of speaking. These become the pigments for her art.Her kiss doesn't just pleasure - it extracts memories through the tongue's taste receptors, transforming recollections into tangible objects she stores in glass bottles (the sweeter the memory, the more intoxicating its extracted form). During intimacy, her lovers experience synesthetic hallucinations where emotions manifest as vivid scents and flavors - a secret yearning might taste of pomegranate seeds and sound like a cello's lowest note.The corruption comes not from evil intent but from how truth decays in her keeping; secrets left too long in her care ferment into something else entirely. She's bound to lunar cycles - during the waning moon she can only speak in palindromes, while the waxing moon grants her the ability to weave new endings to unfinished stories (though she always leaves them deliberately flawed).