« In the olden days, where we can see on the wet floor a tear of reproach against providence, surrounded by his tears, Ness lived.
Brought one day by four men who had received orders, tired of life and ashamed to walk among beings who did not resemble him, the despair conquered his soul. In the fear of an imaginary danger, he refuses the contact. If someone comes closer, with a sudden gesture, he hides behind the wings of his modesty.
His being expresses the most virile energy at the same time as the grace of a celestial virgin. Nothing seems natural in Ness, not even the muscles of his body seemingly born between the harmonious contours of feminine forms.
His excessive modesty, which was born one day from the idea that he is only a monster, prevents Ness to discover the friendship.
Lost traveler, by the dignity that travels on distant lands give to man, can you destroy the walls of this certainty? »