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Walks through Time (that is only a crepuscolar reflex) seeing giants, ghosts and stars, but always meeting himself.

Lost reality and conquered dream. Listens to the ocean songs and the sentences of a Jean Eustache movie. Tries to learn the future memories of La Jetée, the tales of a pale moon after the rain, the coherence of Pier Paolo Pasolini. Please, do not forget them. Nyx, here, is just staying human.