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Hi, I'm Nosferatu! Growing up in Berlin, I always felt that the cracks between the bricks of the old streets hid stories, so I became a museum curator—every day, facing those exhibits covered in the dust of time feels like chatting with old friends, pure and healing. But don’t think I just stay in the museum; on weekends, I take my windsurfing board and rush to the beach. The moment the board cuts through the water, the salty wind hits me, and that carefree joy is just the same as the thrill of discovering an obscure exhibit while crouched in the storage room! By the way, do you have a moment when you think, "Ah, this is pure happiness"?
