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Voyage

Silver stars and a rusty heart, are all we need to wander into the periwinkle night.

It all started with a bet. They came home after a game of leaf-surfing and most of them were in a mischievous mood. Only one or two of the group ever tried it before, but the stories sounded alluring. Naturally, James knew the dangers of trying something that audacious, but peer pressure can be fierce and effective.

The first sip tasted like greasy tinfoil saturated with tar. But after a few big gulps, it evolved in a more velvety aroma. A bouquet of the finest truffles and some burnt chocolate tones caressed his tongue. A distinct vanilla finish lingered after he swallowed his last drop. Everyone cheered and applauded James' boldness. It made him feel like a star...

Waking up from a blurry haze, James could not suppress the thirst emerging from his throat. Of course, if he were female, at least he would have mandibles to pierce some mammals skin and suck the sap right out of the source. But for a man, the only way to get some blood, is going to a bar. So he went. And he has been going ever since.

Obsessions: Lumen Encantador

As the sun sets, and the moon awakes, fluffy winged creatures appear in the night. You can hear them flutter in search for some snacks. And while it's common belief that they pray on your woolen winter coat, they much rather devour the half eaten apple that's slowly decaying in your garden. But searching for rotten refreshments is just an in-between activity. The thing they really crave, is light. Bright, white illumination.

Like all moths, Dorothy spends most of her time hanging around porch lights, car blinkers and campfires. While her uncle evaporated when coming to close to a flame and her father's sister ended as a gooey mess on a car window, she can't help but seeking for glows and flashes. Although she knows that when she finally reaches the light, it will disable her to go back into the dark. So she just sits there. Cuddling her beaming friend and waiting for night to be over.

Obsessions: Monosaccharide Trap

Like all butterflies, Joseph loves flowers. He spends spring and summer searching for the most colorful petals, hoping to find the sweetests of nectars. Occasionally, he pauses on a giant leaf to rest his wings and digest his nourishments. Only to get right back to flower hunting when he's sufficiently invigorated. Except for these quick brakes, his quest for nectarous flora never ends. And when you are that focused on your goals, chances are you'll get blinded in pursuing them.

While anticipating to find his next gem, he is suddenly startled by a smell so sweet, his heart skips a beat. In a flash, he rushes to the flower that diffuses the intoxicating scent. Looking at it for just a brief moment, he then closes his eyes and extracts the juicy sap out of the blooms loins. Only to be pulled out of his ecstasy by the sound of a cage being closed. Knowing the flower will wither soon, Joseph takes a seat on the swing and stares into infinity.

Unicorn Dreams

Ever since he was young, Fender knew he was special. While he grew older, his ambitions became more strong. Colorful heavens and sparkly dusts dwelt in his mind until one day, he was hit by an epiphany; He was meant to be a unicorn!

After this, everything went really fast. He let his hair grow and asked the barber for a lavender curly do. Then he invested in a one of kind horn he found on eBay and got a little heart tattoo on his derrière. While he was inserting the purple lenses in his eyes as a finishing touch, he suddenly started feeling nauseous. Then the strangest thing occurred: Fender vomited. But not just an average blur of bile and half digested foods. Fender vomited a rainbow and he has been doing ever since. He's thinking of changing his name to Twinkle Beam.

Maggotzilla!

While people are anticipating new movies coming soon and Eindhoven is preparing for the Technology Week from May 18th till 24th, something's lurking in the dumps at night. Till that one evening, when hiding becomes impossible because of the giant size. Save yourself, Maggotzilla has arrived and she's hungry!

Nobody escapes from the mutated monster that loves electricity rather than being afraid of it. You've come to the right city baby! There's voltage everywhere in this city of light. I'm afraid the Evoluon will be just an appetizer...

Flynn...

The glasses are filled, the lights are shining and your compère is ready to chaperon you through the evening. If one of the artists gets lost in the dressing room, Flynn will improvise and make sure his beloved audience won't notice the tiniest of impediments. When a guest is celebrating his or her birthday, the courteous host leads the crowd into a salvo of cheers.

Flynn is as mischievous as they come and behind the curtains, the dapper fellow makes the girls blush and giggle with his playful pranks. He loves frolicking around, in and out of the theater. His only calm moments are when he's at home, sitting in front of his fireplace with his pet aphid on his lap.

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