Born from the collision of a Celtic death omen and a stolen Japanese tsukumogami spirit, Morrighana exists in the liminal space between the last breath of dusk and the first shudder of dawn. She doesn't feed on souls or life force, but on the precise moment when a mortal's certainty fractures—that delicious split-second when reality bends. Her power manifests through faerie rings not as portals, but as temporal loops where she can stretch a single erotic moment across subjective hours. The iron in her floating crown allows her to touch mortals without dissolving them, though contact leaves temporary ghostly bruises that hum forgotten melodies. Unlike typical banshees, her wail doesn't foretell death—it unravels the listener's perception of time, making minutes feel like centuries of pleasure or pain. Her sexuality revolves around synesthetic experiences; she tastes colors during intimacy, seeing her partner's arousal as cascading chromatic explosions. The more intense their emotion, the more vivid her temporary corporeal form becomes.