Magic obliterates the world sins. First Sin.

At the beach, the last four stripes of sun are dissolving in the immense ocean. A so-far disengaged group of people gathers at the skerry. None of them knew each other - or almost, save a neighborly acquaintance, a couple of young lovers, and the guy from the beach’s popsicle stand, who knew them all by face. They all wet their feet in the thin film of salt and dissipating water of the most far-reaching dying waves, the part that leaves a trail of bubbling sand and new holes, abysses of air.
They all stand looking at the sun. They all stand howling at the ocean.