Nyx, goddess of the night, daughter of Chaos, covers the world with a shroud of darkness as she streaks across the sky. In the streets of Poblenou, transformed into a mysterious machine, Nyx writes poems made of glittering dust that she sprinkles over the pavement. Letter after letter, a glittery text slowly emerges from her gently bent arm. Once they hit the ground, the glowing letters form words, and the words form poetic texts that passers-by can read as they stroll along.

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Dynamic in which the Hall is explained in a linear pattern of light.