Homunculus (1916). Otto Rippert















... And so, my illustrious colleagues, all my research and that of my friend Hansen to chemically create this artificial human being have failed miserably. Nature has its intangible boundaries. Life and Death are its inviolable secrets.

His mouth, gelid like death, doesn't know how to kiss.

She loves me because she doesn't know who I am. This isn't enough for me! I want to be loved for who I am!

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