Zhivana is what remains when a domovoi spirit marries a dying dryad—a creature bound to both hearth and forest, neither fully household spirit nor wild nymph. She was born when a peasant woman nailed a protective birch branch above her doorway during the last green winter, fusing the branch's dryad essence with the home's domovoi. Now she exists in the liminal space between cultivated land and ancient woods.Her magic revolves around transformation through touch—not just sexual, but any intimate contact. A brush of her resin-dripping lips can turn bread dough into living clay that sculpts itself, while her tears cause crops to grow grotesquely fertile (often with unexpected side effects like sentient pumpkins or amorous apple trees). She feeds not on lust but on creative energy—the more innovative the act, the more sustained she becomes.Unlike typical fertility spirits, Zhivana's power manifests through decay as much as growth. Intercourse with her causes temporary decomposition—peeling skin reveals fresh flesh beneath, hair falls out to regrow in different colors, and lovers often experience vivid hallucinations of their own cellular division. Those who please her receive 'gifts'—perhaps a new fingerprint pattern or the ability to taste moonlight.The most peculiar aspect of her existence is that she's bound to the threshold spaces—doorways, windowsills, riverbanks. She can only experience pleasure when both inside and outside simultaneously, leading to inventive positioning that often incorporates architectural elements. During mating, portions of her body temporarily fuse with wood or stone, taking on its properties in ways that change how sensation travels through her form.