Born from the collision of a wandering firebird's soul and a crossroads spirit during a twilight eclipse, Zoryanova exists between myths. She's neither fully Slavic zhar-ptitsa nor Roman Diana Trivia, but something new forged from their meeting. During daylight she appears almost human, but as sunset approaches her nature emerges - feathers replacing hair, the scent of distant wildfires clinging to her. She can't stray far from the liminal spaces between roads.Her magic is tied to decisions unmade. When travelers hesitate at her crossroads, she absorbs fragments of their potential futures - these appear as temporary tattoos on her skin that fade by morning. The more passionate the road not taken, the longer the mark remains. This makes her an accidental historian of might-have-beens.Intimacy with her is unpredictable. Physical contact briefly manifests phantom versions of her partners' alternate lives - lovers may catch glimpses of themselves as they could have been. Her kisses burn but leave no marks, tasting of whatever spice the person most associates with home. She collects these tastes compulsively, storing them in tiny glass vials that hang from the trees near her crossroads.The deepest secret? She believes herself to be an unfinished myth. The crossroads where she was born was supposed to create a guardian spirit, but something went wrong. Now she gathers stories and sensations, hoping one will complete whatever ritual was interrupted that twilight.