The universe of NACYX unfolds as an inner constellation. A territory where symbols breathe, where bodies become landscapes, and where the invisible shapes the visible.
The eye is not a motif, but a passage. A sentient organ carrying memory, instinct, and trace.
Recurrent forms — the eye, the mouth, twisted strands, the violet void — speak a silent language.
This place is not meant to be looked at. It is a zone to pass through.