We are about to embark on the extraordinary chronicles of Captain Vano’s journeys through the boundless depths of interstellar space.
Born in Lille, a quiet city in the north of France, Vano witnessed the world as it existed before the Great Collapse of Space-Time—a mysterious and still unexplained event that forever altered the very fabric of reality.

Once an ordinary man of Earth, Vano’s destiny was irreversibly changed. His voyages through the stars have taken him to the furthest reaches of unknown galaxies, aboard ships that defy the very laws of possibility. Yet, the Great Collapse did more than just reshape space and time—it bent the laws of physics, altered the nature of existence itself, and extended lifespans in ways previously unimaginable. Countless aspects of reality, from the passage of time to the boundaries of matter, were twisted into strange and unpredictable forms. And yet, humanity, resilient and tenacious, adapted. Like the cockroaches of the galaxy, they learned to survive and thrive amidst the chaos, bending but never breaking under the weight of these unfathomable changes.

The tales we will follow are not merely stories of distant worlds, lost civilizations, and cosmic mysteries buried deep within the stars, but also a profound exploration of one man’s search for truth—about his origins and the enigma of the Great Collapse, which rewrote the very course of history.

Join Captain Vano in a journey unlike any other, where space and time are no longer boundaries but realms to be explored and conquered.
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Nous sommes sur le point de plonger dans les chroniques extraordinaires des voyages du capitaine Vano à travers les profondeurs infinies de l’espace interstellaire.
Né en 1975 à Lille, une ville tranquille du nord de la France, Vano a été témoin du monde tel qu’il existait avant le Grand Effondrement de l’Espace-Temps—un événement mystérieux et encore inexpliqué qui a altéré à jamais le tissu même de la réalité.

Autrefois un homme ordinaire de la Terre, le destin de Vano a été irréversiblement transformé. Ses voyages à travers les étoiles l’ont mené aux confins des galaxies inconnues, à bord de vaisseaux défiant les lois mêmes de la possibilité. Mais le Grand Effondrement n’a pas seulement remodelé l’espace et le temps—il a plié les lois de la physique, modifié la nature même de l’existence et prolongé la durée de vie d’une manière jusqu’alors inimaginable. D'innombrables aspects de la réalité, depuis le passage du temps jusqu’aux frontières de la matière, ont été déformés de manière étrange et imprévisible. Pourtant, l’humanité, résiliente et tenace, s’est adaptée. À l’image des cafards de la galaxie, les humains ont appris à survivre et à prospérer dans ce chaos, se pliant sous le poids de ces changements impénétrables, sans jamais se briser.

Les récits que nous allons suivre ne sont pas seulement des histoires de mondes lointains, de civilisations perdues et de mystères cosmiques enfouis dans les étoiles, mais aussi une profonde exploration de la quête d’un homme pour découvrir la vérité—sur ses origines et l’énigme du Grand Effondrement, qui a réécrit le cours même de l’histoire.

Rejoignez le capitaine Vano dans un voyage hors du commun, où l’espace et le temps ne sont plus des frontières, mais des royaumes à explorer et à conquérir.

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The Cosmic Voyages of Captain Vano

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Despite the odds, Captain Vano had escaped.
The entity that had waited for hundreds of thousands of years, lurking within the shadows of the forsaken ship, had underestimated him. This was its only weakness, a flaw in an otherwise godlike being—a scourge of the stars. In the confrontation, Vano’s ship had been destroyed, its hull shattered by the power of this ancient force. Yet somehow, Vano had managed to flee, slipping through the grasp of this malevolent entity. It was not through brute force or advanced technology that he triumphed, but through his mind—abilities he never knew he possessed. These hidden strengths allowed him to outwit the cursed vessel and its relentless mental traps.

But his journey was far from over.

Now, with the towering wreck of the ship fading behind him, Vano faced an even more perilous trial: traversing the mysterious and hostile planet below. The landscape was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Strange, dangerous creatures roamed its wilderness, each more bizarre and deadly than the last. Some possessed an eerie intelligence, others were driven purely by primal instinct. At every turn, Vano had to rely on his wits, fighting not just for survival, but for every step forward.

In the midst of this chaos, Vano stumbled upon the remnants of a proto-civilization—perhaps the descendants of the ship's original crew. Twisted by time and the unforgiving conditions of the planet, these beings had forgotten their origins. They lived in a state of primal degeneration, their once-grand legacy now little more than myth and superstition. Vano could see in their eyes the echoes of a forgotten past, but there was no way to communicate, no bridge between what they once were and what they had become.

Despite the destruction of his own ship, all hope was not lost. Vano’s trusted probe robot, still functional, had the capacity to send a distress signal—but only if he could reach the right location. He knew the direction in which he needed to travel, but between him and salvation lay a perilous journey across the hostile terrain. Every day on this planet increased his vulnerability, as he had only a limited window to send his signal before it was too late.

The deeper Vano ventured, the more the world itself seemed to fight against him. A vast, nightmarish swamp stretched before him, its surface bubbling with unseen horrors lurking beneath. Navigating its treacherous waters was a test of both patience and endurance, every step threatening to drag him into the abyss.

Yet Vano pressed on, driven by a singular purpose: escape. Beyond the swamp, beyond the twisted ruins of this proto-civilization, there had to be a place of refuge, a point from which he could send his message. His relentless determination fueled him through the trials of this planet, and though the journey was fraught with danger, his perseverance would soon be rewarded.

For after the nightmares came the calm—a distant haven, a serene place untouched by the madness that surrounded him. This fantastic crossing, though perilous, was his only path to survival and hope for rescue.

The fantastic crossing

Part 5.4 : The Fantastical Crossing

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On a distant and unexplored planet, Captain Vano found himself before a discovery that defied imagination and stirred a quiet unease. Towering over a rugged and desolate landscape stood a colossal vessel, suspended above the ground like a monument forgotten by time.

The ship, immense in size, seemed to merge the organic and mechanical. Its curved hull, resembling a broken ring, was adorned with incomprehensible engravings, remnants of a civilization mysteriously lost. Cables and conduits hung from its structure like exposed veins, pulsating softly with a faint, rhythmic glow, almost as if alive. Yet, it was the rear of the ship that truly overwhelmed him: a massive extension, resembling a giant root, coiled toward the ground and disappeared deep into the planet's core. The terrain around it pulsed faintly, as if an ancient, unseen energy flowed between the ship and the world it inhabited.

Every step Vano took drew him closer to a mystery whose echoes seemed to vibrate within his very bones. The air, thick with an electric charge, felt alive, almost sentient. The ship's hull reflected light in a way that distorted his senses, and despite the silence surrounding him, a heavy presence seemed to watch his every move. It wasn’t merely the abandonment of the place that weighed on him but the overwhelming sense that he stood in the shadow of something far greater and far older than anything humanity had ever encountered.

As he approached the colossal vessel, Vano began to understand that this was no ordinary relic. It was a fragment of a past that no human could have conceived. Was it a tool of conquest, a sanctuary, or the remnant of a forgotten cataclysm? The energy coursing through it seemed to fuel a latent purpose, as though the ship, frozen in a prolonged slumber, was waiting for something—or someone—to awaken it.

Deep within, Vano knew that this discovery was no coincidence. This moment marked the beginning of a mystery that would upend the course of his life, plunging him into darkness deeper than he could have ever imagined, where the fate of this ship and his own destiny would become inextricably intertwined.

The unknown ship

Part 5.1 : Unveiling the Enigmatic Vessel

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It was a morning of rare beauty. The golden sun bathed the streets of Lille, reflecting off windows and warming the air with an unparalleled gentleness. The birds sang louder than usual, and the city itself seemed wrapped in a serene enchantment. Vano, still an ordinary man, stood on the balcony of his apartment, a cup of coffee in hand, gazing at the scene before him. He was not yet Captain Vano, the hero of humanity. At that moment, he was just another citizen, savoring a perfect morning.

Yet, despite the almost unreal beauty of the day, something felt off. A subtle tension lingered in the air, invisible but palpable. The clocks seemed slightly out of sync, the shadows of the trees stretched at strange angles, and a sudden wind swept through, carrying an indescribable scent—ancient, like a memory from another time.

For weeks, scientists around the world had been reporting troubling anomalies. These disturbances included gravitational fluctuations, inexplicable shifts in the speed of light, and even objects frozen in impossible states. Though these phenomena had not yet reached the public consciousness, a select group of researchers feared they were harbingers of a major upheaval.

Vano, without access to this knowledge, still felt an unshakable unease. A deep intuition gnawed at him. What he didn’t know yet was that these gravitational anomalies were the first signs of the Great Collapse—an event that would soon shatter the fundamental laws of reality.

When the Great Collapse struck, aging ceased abruptly. Living beings found themselves trapped in physical immortality, but this "immortality" quickly revealed itself to be a curse. Memories, emotions, and traumas accumulated endlessly, creating a new and profound human suffering.

That morning in Lille, as he sipped his coffee, Vano had no way of knowing that this peaceful day would be his last before everything changed. What he could not yet imagine was that the cessation of aging would open the door to a golden age of space exploration, but at the cost of immense human sacrifices and growing inequalities.

In the decades to come, the ordinary man he was would face cosmic challenges. He would survive the loss of loved ones, the collapse of reality itself, and centuries of conflict. He would rise to become Captain Vano, a symbol of hope in a fractured universe, ready to defy the darkness and remind humanity of what it had forgotten: its humanity.

Whispers of the Great Collapse

Part 1 : Whispers of the Great Collapse

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Two hundred and fifty years after the Great Chaos, the universe floated in a strange state of immortality. Aging had ceased, taking with it the usual temporal markers. While bodies remained frozen in time, souls still bore the scars of loss and conflict. In this reality, where even death seemed to have lost its power, Vano wandered, haunted by the tragedies of chaotic centuries.

One of these losses left a deep mark on him: Xar, a brilliant biologist and his longtime friend, had been killed during an attack led by Graigus the Mad, a warlord who was half-human, half-machine. Consumed by regret and anger, Vano found it difficult to free himself from this burden until one day, a mysterious call from the unknown resonated within him. Something—or someone—seemed to push him to act, to break free from his inertia.

Guided by this inexplicable urge, Vano volunteered to hunt down Graigus, an adversary no one dared to face. Graigus, gigantic and terrifying, was a being of metal and violence: four clawed arms capable of shredding anything they touched, a disproportionately large head with two yellow eyes glowing like spotlights, and two smaller shadowy eyes below. His mechanical facade hid a corrupted but persistent trace of humanity.

For months, Vano pursued Graigus across ravaged worlds, escaping ambushes and traps set by his enemy. This hunt confronted him with a troubling duality: an ardent desire for vengeance for Xar and Graigus's countless victims, and a strange fascination with the honor that occasionally flickered in the warlord's actions.

Their final confrontation took place on Exilion-9, a desert planet frozen in oppressive silence. Amid the ruins of an ancient temple, Vano and Graigus faced each other in a duel worthy of another era. Graigus's metallic arms unfolded slowly, while his piercing eyes fixed on Vano. The silence was shattered by a precise shot: Vano's laser struck Graigus's cybernetic shoulder, disarming the warlord without killing him.

Graigus, on his knees, slowly folded his arms in a gesture that seemed to betray resignation. His yellow eyes locked on Vano—not with hatred, but with an intensity that seemed to defy fate itself. Vano, his heart heavy, lowered his weapon. The anger had dissipated.

"You killed Xar… and so many others. I wanted to hate you, to destroy you. But your death won't bring anyone back. In this world where time is frozen, perhaps there's still a chance for you… a chance to do something right."

Graigus remained silent, then slowly extended a robotic hand toward Vano. Not out of weakness, but as a gesture of acceptance. After a moment's hesitation, Vano shook it.

This improbable moment sealed an unexpected alliance. Graigus, once known as "the Mad," became a loyal ally. Together, they began defending humanity against even greater threats. That day, Vano became not only "Captain Vano," but also a symbol of hope, redemption, and faith in humanity's ability to overcome its own darkness.

Thus began the legend of a man, lost and adrift, who found his path by choosing hope where many would have chosen vengeance.

The Birth of Captain Vano

Part 3 : The Birth of Captain Vano

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The Resilience of the Immortals
When the Great Chaos swept across the universe, it altered the fundamental laws of reality. Time, once linear and stable, shattered. Aging stopped abruptly, plunging humanity into a state of physical immortality. While this transformation initially seemed like a blessing, it quickly became a burden. Bodies remained unchanged, trapped in eternal youth, but minds continued to accumulate memories and pains.

Over time, many succumbed to a silent madness. Emotional scars no longer healed, amplified by an existence where every wound of the soul remained intact. Yet, amidst this chaos, a strange evolution emerged: human intellect, freed from biological constraints, developed exponentially. Geniuses appeared at an unprecedented rate, creating technological and cultural innovations that seemed to defy the impossible.

The first centuries were marked by a desperate struggle to adapt. Deprived of the ability to die, humans had to redefine their way of living. They built protected enclaves—bastions of civilization where advanced technologies stabilized the gravitational anomalies created by the Great Chaos. These fortified cities became sanctuaries, but at a terrible cost.

Machines were designed to extract energy from immortal bodies. “Conductors,” humans connected to these systems, powered the technologies necessary for collective survival. Although their bodies didn’t age, their minds gradually faded, turning them into hollow shells. These sacrifices, presented as voluntary, were often imposed by a ruling elite that saw these individuals as an infinite resource to exploit.

Despite these horrors, humanity experienced a golden age of space exploration. The gravitational corridors revealed by the Great Chaos opened pathways to the stars, allowing humans to expand beyond their homeworld. The first interstellar ships, powered by the energy of the conductors and built with the inventions of new geniuses, were technological triumphs. Yet, these advancements also highlighted the growing moral fractures within society.

Amid this tumultuous era, a silent resistance began to form. Some refused to see immortality as an opportunity for exploitation and started questioning the very foundations of this new civilization. These rebels denounced abuses of power, growing inequalities, and the neglect of fundamental human values.

It was in this context that Vano, still an ordinary man from Lille, began to feel the weight of this new reality. Though not yet the legendary captain he would later become, he observed humanity’s deviations with growing melancholy. At this point, he hadn’t yet found his place in this changing universe, but a spark was igniting within him. He didn’t know it yet, but he would become the symbol of human resilience—the one who would unite the shattered fragments of civilization to remind them of what they had forgotten: their humanity.

The Resilience of the Immortals

Part 2 : The Resilience of the Immortals

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Torni’s ship drifted through the icy vastness at the edge of the universe.
No governments. No responsibilities.
Only infinite silence, distant stars, and a bottle of old wine resting between Captain Vano and Torni, a humanist philosopher and genius whose thoughts had inspired generations.

They weren’t waiting for anything—
or rather, they were waiting for Professor Arkinor to finish transforming the Chevalier de Saint-Georges.
Something had happened. A vision—brief, but brutally clear: the Black Eye.
A black hole, yes, but not an ordinary one.
An entity. A passage. An answer.

The professor had seen the same thing, light-years away. And to him, the riddle was no riddle at all: the Eye must be crossed.
Simple. Theoretical.
So he had started working, redesigning every curve, every atom of the Chevalier de Saint-Georges to survive the impossible crossing.

While he worked, Vano and Torni wandered aboard the philosopher’s ship—an old, discreet model with no name and no story.
A perfect place to escape the noise of the galaxy.
Torni hadn’t joined for a mission or a crusade, but to reflect, to contemplate, to lose himself in questions without answers.
Vano no longer sought action.
He wanted understanding.
He was searching for a truth hidden in the oppressive silence of the cosmos.

In the cockpit, a massive glass canopy revealed a carpet of stars.
Torni, seated on a bench, slowly swirled his glass of wine in the starlight.

“You know, Vano,” he said, “this wine is a bit like us—a relic of humanity that still believed in something beautiful. A time when dreams mattered.”

The captain didn’t respond immediately.
His eyes—darkened by the Black Eyes disease—stared into the void.
His thoughts drifted across entire galaxies, yet remained trapped by a single question:
Why still fight for a species so flawed?

“Do you think the universe cares about us, Torni?” he finally asked, his voice low and resonant in the silence.

The philosopher looked up, his gaze shining with a gentle, unwavering wisdom.

“Perhaps it doesn’t. But that’s no reason for us to stop contemplating it.
The truth isn’t in the stars—it’s in how we look at them.”

Then came the light.
Strange. Uncertain.
An orange glow, then red, then blue, swirling and growing until the entire screen before them was filled with a breathtaking vision.

A storm.
But not an ordinary one. It was alive.
Colossal.
A cataclysm that swallowed even black holes in its path.
The ship’s instruments screamed, unable to process the magnitude of what they saw.

Torni slowly stood, his glass still in hand.

“It’s her, Vano. The Devouring Storm.
They said she was a myth, a mirage at the universe’s edge… but she’s real.”

Vano didn’t flinch. His eyes were locked on the phenomenon.
Not fear. Just pure, raw fascination.

“If this is the end,” he murmured, “then let’s look at it.
If we are to die, let’s do it as witnesses to something no human has ever seen.”

And in that crushing silence, one thought surfaced in Vano’s weary mind: he was not alone.
Torni was there.
The universe might be indifferent—but humanity, in all its fragility, still knew how to observe, to question, to search for meaning.

“You see, Torni,” he said, raising his glass, “maybe the goal was never to understand everything.
Maybe… just seeing is enough.”

In the Radiance of Chaos

Part 15 : In the Radiance of Chaos

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The "Payum" (the "Messenger"), the flagship of intergalactic exploration, was slowly approaching its destination. Through the vast bay windows, the crew gazed at a shimmering planet, bathed in the bright light of a nearby star. Onboard, the atmosphere oscillated between excitement and apprehension. No one knew what to expect. It was a first in human history: encountering an extraterrestrial civilization.

Captain Vano stood in silence, his hands clasped behind his back, while Graigue the Mad, the former pirate and now invaluable ally, nervously scanned the screens.
“This kind of calm isn’t natural,” he muttered under his breath.
Professor Arkinor, standing nearby, was intently focused on the projected data, his concentration unwavering. Beside him, Torni, the great humanist philosopher, appeared lost in thought, his face illuminated by a glimmer of hope.

As the ship began its descent, the tension steadily grew. The crew, gathered in the main hall, stared at the screens displaying the planet’s strange landscapes as they came into view. A dense, almost oppressive atmosphere cloaked the surface. The vegetation—or what resembled it—formed chaotic patterns, and mysterious structures emerged on the horizon. A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint hum of the landing engines.

When the Payum finally touched down, no one moved. Outside, a thick golden mist swirled just above the ground, obscuring almost everything. The crew waited, their eyes glued to the screens. Then, within the shifting fog, shadows appeared.

The entities moved forward slowly, barely visible at first. Their movements were strange, fluid, almost supernatural. As they drew closer, the star’s grazing light began to reveal their features. The crew exchanged uneasy glances. The forms were grotesque, their faces distorted by features the human mind could only describe as monstrous. Their mere sight triggered a primal fear.

Graigue, his hand on his weapon, muttered under his breath,
“If it’s a trap, I’m ready.”
Captain Vano, tense, hesitated to respond. He knew everything could fall apart in an instant. Even Professor Arkinor, usually unflappable, seemed completely stunned, his eyes wide like those of a toad under sudden pressure.

The entities continued to glide across the ground, their lower bodies concealed beneath garments that blended seamlessly with the mist. As they drew nearer, their grotesque and terrifying appearance became clearer. Their unrelenting approach heightened the crew’s anxiety.

The tension was unbearable.

And then Ambassador 1.618, a diplomat known for his audacity and humor, stepped forward. With an almost casual smile, he declared in a loud, clear voice,
“They’re hideous! … But not as much as my mother, and that doesn’t stop us from loving each other.”

A cold silence fell over the crew. Everyone froze, stunned by the absurdity of the statement. Then, as if a dam had burst, Graigue let out a booming laugh. His raspy chuckle echoed through the hall, quickly joined by the ambassador’s laughter and then the rest of the crew. Even Captain Vano couldn’t suppress an incredulous grin.

But the most surprising moment was yet to come. The entities themselves stopped and, to everyone’s astonishment, began to emit a strange, rhythmic sound. It was laughter. Alien, yet oddly human, their laughter was so infectious that it transformed the surreal encounter into a moment of shared joy. In an instant, fear and tension were replaced by a contagious hilarity.

This was the beginning of a new era, marked by a lasting friendship. And from this mysterious civilization would one day emerge the famous Different Brothers, the greatest players of human blues music the galaxy had ever known. Their music transcended species, reminding everyone that sometimes, a simple laugh can break down even the most formidable barriers.

The Third Kind Encounter

Part 4 : The Third Kind Encounter

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The journey back was silent, heavy with a truth only Vano now carried. The stars, once familiar, seemed alien after what he had seen. As he crossed the Black Eye once more, he returned with more than just memories—he bore a warning.

Back on Earth, he addressed the leaders of humanity and their extraterrestrial allies. His account was simple, raw. He spoke of the Hypha and the Dezel, civilizations he had sufficiently observed alongside Professor Arkinor. Their power was beyond anything humanity and its allies could muster. Raw strength was the foundation of their respective civilizations. They were not led by reason, but by an instinct for conquest, guided in the shadows by ancient gods.

Then, he shared the message from the gods—the very ones who had led him to these discoveries and who, consequently, stood with the Hypha and the Dezel. But who was to say that these civilizations did not also have their own gods, steering their steps? Perhaps this entire struggle was but a clash between superior powers, and humanity, like the Hypha and Dezel, was merely a pawn in a cosmic game. This message, burned into his memory like a cosmic scar, carried a grim warning:

"If you do not change, if your thirst for power and arrogance persist, then we will bring about your ultimate end."

Silence fell. Instead of awakening awareness, his words stirred discomfort. Then, indignation erupted.

A minister of the Terran Union rose.

— What a farce! he exclaimed. We have conquered the stars, Captain. Primitive creatures will not dictate our future.

The elites applauded. It was not that they disbelieved the threat—it was that they refused to accept it. Then came the most insidious attack. The media and networks of influence mobilized. Manipulated images were broadcast, distorted reports spread, "experts" mocked his testimony.

— Captain Vano, prophet of the absurd.
— A man consumed by the madness of space.
— A threat to interstellar stability.

But they did not stop there.

They unearthed his past and revealed The Shadow of the Black Eyes.

The massacre of five men. Vano, consumed by illness and rage, executing the torturers of a defenseless creature. But the truth was twisted. They did not show the cruelty of the murderers—only Vano, methodically eliminating his targets, emotionless. He became the monster hidden behind his own warning.

— A murderer.
— A being no longer part of humanity.

Public opinion shifted. Vano lost everything. WANTED: CAPTAIN VANO. Hunted, disavowed, he was now a fugitive, his only crime having been to speak the truth.

Only a few loyal ones remained: Professor Arkinor, who had witnessed the threat firsthand; Graigus the Mad, whose insanity concealed unshakable loyalty; Torni the philosopher, who saw beyond illusions; and Ambassador 1.618, a being whose wisdom and strategic vision surpassed that of most leaders. He understood the fragile balance of the cosmos, perceiving an underlying order in every event. Alongside them stood a handful of individuals immune to the deceptions of power.

Alone in the infinite once more. But somewhere in the galaxy, perhaps others had heard the message. Perhaps all was not lost.

The enemy would come. And when that day arrived, humanity would remember Captain Vano. Perhaps too late.

The Silences of the Cosmos

Part 17 : Wanted Captain Vano !

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The Chevalier de Saint-Georges landed at the bottom of the ocean of Djbaxx, in an oppressive silence. There was no land, only endless water and distant echoes of underwater volcanoes. These volcanoes seemed like sleeping monsters, their distant rumbles like drums of a forgotten war. The ship remained steady in this vast oceanic world. Vano, alone on board, had prepared for solitude, but the reality of silence was overwhelming. Nothing moved except for the subtle movements of the ship.

Then, a vibration passed through the ship, like a distant song, a wave that echoed into his soul. A speech, almost human, echoed in his ears—Winston Churchill’s famous words: "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the landing grounds..."

Vano did not immediately understand what was happening. This speech felt out of place in such an alien world. Why hear these words now? Then another voice rose, more intimate: "Cross the black eye and fulfill your destiny."

The words hit Vano hard. He felt a shiver. What did this "black eye" mean? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t ignore the call, even if he didn’t understand it. After an eternity, clarity crossed his mind. He had to leave, find some clarity, escape the endless loop. He activated the ship’s engines and ascended toward Djbaxx’s surface.

He finally understood. Djbaxx wasn’t a planet like others. It wasn’t just water—it was alive, evolving. The volcanoes, geysers, and bioluminescent creatures were part of this life. Djbaxx was the opposite of the demi-god of destruction. It embodied creation, regeneration, not collapse.

Djbaxx, in its essence, was more powerful than he imagined. It offered life, not destruction. The volcanoes weren’t there to destroy, but to fertilize the universe. As he ascended, he felt connected to Djbaxx. This planet was a gateway to a future where humanity could be reborn in harmony with the universe.

He hadn’t crossed the black eye, but his destiny was now tied to this living planet. He had to fulfill his mission. But it wouldn’t be a quest for vengeance, nor immediate war. It would be a journey toward understanding, toward the reconciliation of humanity with the infinite. Yet something lingered in the air, a latent threat, an uncertain danger. War, though silent, was there, lurking beneath the surface, ready to emerge. But for now, Vano knew he had to focus on what he could understand, what he had t...

The Chevalier de Saint-Georges moved away from Djbaxx, its silhouette blending into the infinite expanse of space. Vano knew that what he had discovered was just the beginning. A new era was on the horizon, and his role in it would be greater than anything he could have imagined.

Echoes of the Abyss

Part 14.3  : Djbaxx Echoes of the Abyss

Au commencement, la voile pendait, impassible sous un ciel muet.
Mais lorsque les premières vagues esquissèrent un sourire,
Tous comprirent : la tempête approchait.

Vagues fulgurantes, tumulte et fracas,
Le ciel s'ouvrit en éclats de sel et de rage,
Le vent hurlait, la mer se cabrait,
Un combat ancien, éternel recommencé.

Puis vint l'accalmie, un silence suspendu,
Et quelque chose, dans l'écho des abysses, nous sourit.

Des chants limpides, tissés d'or et de brume,
Comme des rayons d’aube perçant l'écume,
Allégeant le fardeau d’une route encore longue,
Encore sauvage, encore périlleuse.

Ils traversèrent l'Atlantique, défièrent la tempête, Puis, avec les sirènes, ils dansèrent

Ils traversèrent l'Atlantique, défièrent la tempête, Puis, avec les sirènes, ils dansèrent.

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Captain Vano

Funk Hard

She just wanted happiness, Lord. She just wanted to feel, only feel His gentleness, Lord.

She just wanted happiness, Lord. She just wanted only feel His gentleness, Lord.

What the Stars Are Hiding

Looking for singer

No past.
No present.
No future.
No chains.
No masters.
No shame.
No game.

Burn it.
Break it.
Forget it.
Reset.

Electro baguette : No time

Electro baguette : Quand je m'envole

it's the power to arouse curiousity, 
the Purpose
the goal which one acts on,
a journey of force, hot like the sun and wet like the rain,
rhythmatic movements in unison with others 
prolong an act of sensation with no limits or boundaries.
eternity is past
Wrong is right
it's the point of greatest intensity
pleasures of the highest sense,
feelings of warmth and security,
willing and unwilling sensations of the mind,
a condition
the ultimate seduction...
....The Realm .

The Realm

Still Life’s a Bitch

Still Life’s a Bitch feat NAS

He had no sense of style. Or rather, he had one: the complete absence of good taste.

His costume looked like it had been through a war — and lost.
His boots squeaked with every step, his tights kept slipping down, and his cape regularly got caught in antennas.
But nothing could stop him.
And for good reason: he came from infinity...
...on a direct course to nothingness.

Super Vano: the only hero whose trajectory defies logic, common sense… and occasionally, gravity.

Super Vano

Les gens bizarres ont un dieu,
Majestueux, mais silencieux.
Chaque nuit, ils dansent pour lui,
Car son regard est comme un cri.

La danse des gens bizarres

The Cursed Cat

"It’s a chase, yes — but not only that. It’s also a moment of contemplation, a surreal instant suspended between two breaths, a wind of freedom cutting through the chaos."

Inspired by a chase scene from Thelma & Louise

Inspired by a chase scene from Thelma & Louise ( Film sync Awards 2025 )

Will you dare to descend within, where thoughts turn to mist and memories become extinguished stars?

Mind odyssey : Will you dare to descend within, where thoughts turn to mist and memories become extinguished stars?

Mind odyssey

When the Clouds Recount the Legends

Dance of Capsules

The arrow of time


my ball hurts

Me dead ?
Rather die . 
Eat the deads !
 
my ball hurts 

My ball hurts - Eat the dead !

Here beginneth the sorrowful tale of Onav the Bastard.

Born with no name, no sigil, no father nor favour,
the said Onav was but a bastard — not saint, not knight, not pure —
yet in his heart stirred a dream more noble than his blood.
He did swear, by the Black Star above,
to climb unto the Mountain of Dragons,
where lay, enchained, the noble princess forsaken by the Gods.

Many perils he braved:
woods of shadow, beasts without tongue, living stones, and winds of falsehood.
And when hunger and fever brought him nigh to death,
a humble hut did appear at the edge of the world — smoking, silent, and still.

There dwelt a lone lady: fair of visage, dark of word.
She did offer him warmth, wine, and enchantment.
That very night, she took him — not as lover, but as prey.

By ancient words and blackened breath,
she bound his soul unto hers, then cast him aside.
And when dawn broke, Onav was but a toad.

And the dragons, weary of waiting, did feast upon the princess.

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Cy commence l’histoire douloureuse d’Onav le Bastard.

Né sans nom, sans blason, sans père ni faveur,
ledit Onav estoit bastart — point preux, point saint, point preux —
mais en son cœur vibroit un songe plus noble que sa chair.
Il jura, par l’étoile noire, de monter jusques à la Montagne des Dragons,
où gisait, enchaînée, la noble princesse oubliée des Dieux.

Maints périls il affronta :
forêts d’ombres, bêtes sans langue, pierres vivantes, et vents de mensonge.
Et lors qu’il faillit choir de faim et de fièvre,
une chaumine parut au bord du monde — humble, fumante, accueillante.

Là vivoit une dame seule : douce par le regard, obscure par le verbe.
Elle l’abreuva de chaleur, de vin et de sortilèges.
La nuit mesme, elle le prit — non pour amant, mais pour victime.

Par les mots anciens et la fumée noire,
elle lia son âme à la sienne, puis l’oublia.
Au matin, Onav estoit crapaud.

Et les dragons, las d’attendre, dévorèrent la princesse.




Onav The Bastard : "Even heroes can fall"

Onav the bastard : "Fear is the birthplace of courage"

Cosmic electro jazz

Exilion-9 is an abandoned orbital station drifting on the edge of known space. Once a strategic hub, it is now devoid of human presence — except for the few explorers who come here to get lost.

Only the old welcome messages still echo through its ruined corridors, like the fading memories of a forgotten world.

This illustration explores themes of abandonment, technological memory, and cosmic solitude.

Welcome to the ruins of the future.

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Exilion-9 est une station orbitale abandonnée, dérivant aux confins du monde connu. Jadis carrefour stratégique, elle est aujourd’hui vidée de toute présence humaine — à l’exception des rares explorateurs venus s’y perdre.

Seuls les anciens messages d’accueil résonnent encore dans ses couloirs dévastés, comme les derniers souvenirs d’un monde révolu.

Cette illustration explore les thèmes de l’abandon, de la mémoire technologique, et de la solitude dans l’espace.
Bienvenue dans les ruines de l’avenir.

Exilion-9

Mon sire le rossignol

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