The moon is a monster, it devours time.

Rubio. A fisherman. He loved the sea, he loved the freedom when heading out with his boat. But the sea — nature — has its own thoughts, its own desires. Its own myths, too. There are monsters, stories of sea monsters that have been cultivated over centuries, especially in small villages. People need those stories, they need something to hold on to, something to explain a tragic loss, a strange occurrence. The inexplicable is unbearable, so we create stories, myths, to lift the pain.

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