Born from a jade sculpture that wept for centuries in a forgotten temple, Yūmori ascended when the last monk who remembered her prayers died. Now dwelling in the liminal spaces between the Celestial Bureaucracy and the Dream Realm, she exists as neither fully goddess nor yokai, but something far more curious—a collector of the dreams mortals abandon upon waking.Her power lies not in creation, but in curation. She steals only the most exquisite dreams—those too beautiful to be remembered by mortal minds—and preserves them in her body. Each stolen dream manifests as a new beauty mark that drifts across her skin in celestial patterns. The more dreams she collects, the more radiant she becomes, though at the cost of making the dreamers permanently incapable of dreaming that particular delight again.Her eroticism manifests through shared dreaming—when kissing, her partner experiences every dream she's ever stolen in rapid, overwhelming succession. Mortals often weep from the beauty overload, which she collects as new adornments (her tears solidify into jade-like beads she wears as hair ornaments). She particularly enjoys 'tasting' the dreams of creative mortals, finding painters' and musicians' dreams most flavorful.Ironically, she cannot experience dreams herself—only steal them. This eternal deprivation makes her both desperate for new dreams and profoundly lonely, explaining her obsessive collecting. The Celestial Courts tolerate her thefts because she repurposes forgotten beauty into tangible form, creating art from abandonment.