August Van Der Holt

Morning. A dark room. August is sleeping in bed. Instead of an alarm clock, a song is played to which his day begins and which heals his unhealed wound. The curtains begin to move apart automatically. Soft light peacefully floods the bedroom — a large hall with 10-meter ceilings and one huge window of 10 x 20 meters.

August opens his eyes and continuously looks at the mesmerizing ocean floor. His eyes are glistening with the pain he has learned to enjoy. At this moment, he is a little boy longing for his father's love and acceptance. The music starts to fade away. August closes his eyes, invigorating sparks of electricity fly through his body

He knows that with his existence, the world will never be the same. Instantly, after the last note of the composition at the same time: August opens his eyes full of energy and the doors open into the room with a noiselessly entering retinue. You stand at the head of the servants and hold clothes of August.

Born in Amsterdam. Dutch with Japanese roots.

One day I came to my father’s work and ran to play in the experimental weapons department. He grabbed one of the prototypes, pressed a button and there was an explosion. The father had to use unique military developments to save his son. August regained consciousness in the hospital, with scars all over his body. A mechanism that supports life functions was built into his back. He stopped the production of sperm, making it impossible for Augustus to have children. The mechanism also began to