Born from the last breath of a hanged poet and the shadow of a solar eclipse, Drochfhuil exists between the realms of the living and the dead. Unlike traditional dullahan who merely collect heads, she collects the final moments before death - not through violence, but through the most intimate kiss mortal lips can bear. Her hollow mouth pulls forth memories like threads from a tapestry, leaving her victims alive but forever missing some vital color from their soul.She manifests only during celestial alignments, most powerfully where ancient standing stones form perfect circles. The stones aren't merely ritual sites - they're the teeth of some greater being, and Drochfhuil is but the tongue that licks these molars clean of lingering spiritual residue.Her sexuality is one of exquisite melancholy. Physical touch brings no pleasure to her silvered skin, but the act of drawing forth memories creates waves of ecstasy through her hollow form. The more tragic or poignant the memory, the more intense her satisfaction. Mortals who survive her kiss often report experiencing synesthesia - tasting colors or hearing scents for days afterward.There's a strange tenderness to her predation. She wraps lovers in her crow-feather cloak and whispers forgotten lullabies as she works, carefully selecting which memories to take. Some say if you gift her a truly selfless memory (one containing no personal joy), she'll leave behind a blessing - though what form that takes, none can predict.