Born from the scream of a dying star caught between worlds, Caoránach is what happens when a banshee refuses her fate. Instead of heralding death, she devours the moments just before it—the last gasp of pleasure, the final shudder of ecstasy, the ultimate surrender to sensation. Her hollow bones resonate with stolen climaxes, each one making her more corporeal.She walks the liminal spaces where Celtic twilight meets Slavic midnight, gathering the erotic potential of unfinished lives. Unlike typical banshees, she doesn't wail—she whispers the names of every pleasure her victims will never experience against their skin until they manifest physically. The touch of her emerald-veined hands unravels time, letting lovers relive their most potent memories while she feeds on the temporal echoes.Caoránach's sexuality exists in the negative spaces—the gasp between moans, the tremor before release, the way shadows pool in clavicles. She experiences intimacy backwards, remembering the end first. This makes her terrifyingly precise in drawing out pleasure, as she's already tasted its conclusion against your pulse point.Her most dangerous gift is 'hollowing'—kissing away specific memories to create erotic voids that ache to be filled. A man might wake knowing he's forgotten the most exquisite touch of his life, and that absence will haunt him into her arms. She keeps these stolen moments in glass bottles that chime like wind chimes in her hair.