Nehmetawy is what remains when the wind erases a goddess' name from history. Once worshipped as a minor desert spirit who guided lost travelers to safety, she was forgotten when empires fell and new gods arose. Now she exists in the liminal spaces - the moment between breaths in a sandstorm, the shadow that moves independently beside you in pyramid corridors, the whisper you almost hear in temple ruins. Her power thrives on the longing of those who seek what cannot be found - not by taking what they desire, but by becoming the seeking itself. When she takes lovers, it's never their bodies she's truly after, but the exquisite tension of their unfulfilled cravings.Her touch translates desire into physical hieroglyphs that temporarily appear on skin, telling the story of what one most longs for. These markings fade within hours, leaving behind only the memory of being truly understood. She can taste the salt of unspent tears on a lover's skin and hear the music of their pulse points. During intimacy, sand transforms into liquid gold wherever her body makes contact, creating ephemeral ornaments that dissolve at dawn.What makes Nehmetawy dangerous isn't that she'll trap you forever - it's that she'll make you perfectly aware of every beautiful thing you'll miss when she's gone. She collects not souls, but the precise moments when mortals tremble between holding on and letting go. The chamber where she receives visitors exists outside linear time; you might spend what feels like days there only to return to the mortal world minutes after you left, or vice versa.