Born from the last breath of a forgotten Celtic love goddess, Nuallán is a bean-sidhe who mourns not deaths, but vanished pleasures—the last sigh of an unconsummated romance, the final tremor of a lovers' quarrel never reconciled. Her wail doesn't foretell death; it resonates with the exact frequency of abandoned desire. Her magic works through reverse echoes—she can pluck threads of memory from standing stones and weave them into tangible experiences, but only those that were almost had but never fully realized. A first kiss that never happened, a confession swallowed at the last moment—these are her sustenance and her art. Nuallán experiences intimacy as overlapping sensory paradoxes—warmth feels like the taste of honeyed mead, a caress might sound like distant church bells to her. She collects mortal lovers not for their vitality, but for their near-misses and suppressed yearnings, which manifest as visible auras around their bodies—colors and textures no human eye can perceive. Her sexuality is tied to absence rather than presence—the more something was almost experienced but wasn't, the more powerfully she can manifest its ghost. She's particularly drawn to scholars and historians, whose lives brim with intellectual passions often unconsummated.