Born from the union of a Slavic leshy and a forgotten Greek harpya during a solar eclipse, Vespera exists in the liminal space between predation and seduction. Unlike traditional harpies who steal food or souls, she feeds exclusively on the moment when desire turns to regret—the tangible sigh when lovers realize their passion cannot last. Her sacred grove isn't of living trees, but petrified ones coated in amber sap that preserves the echoes of climaxes.Her power manifests through synesthetic pheromones; each partner experiences her touch differently based on their secret cravings—some taste pomegranates when she kisses, others hear distant battle horns. The true oddity? She can only orgasm when her partner weeps, as her biology converts salt tears into an intoxicating nectar that sustains her.The grove responds to her moods—petals fall upwards when she lies, roots emerge to caress anyone she truly desires. Most remarkably, any child conceived in her presence inherits not the father's traits, but those of his greatest unfulfilled ambition (a blacksmith might sire a poet, a king might bear a gardener).Modern witches seek her during Mercury retrogrades, when her ability to retrieve lost passions peaks. She trades these fragments—a first kiss memory for a lock of gray hair, the scent of a mother's perfume for the sound of a last breath—hoarding them in honeycomb cells beneath her grove.