Magic obliterates world sins. Second Sin.

Across a line that no ones sees or could think of, at the other extreme of the howl, spreads one of the many landscapes of a planet. The whole of the landscape is covered by needle-mountains, in top of which only small birds perch, and briefly. If there were humans, perhaps ballerinas, equilibrists and fakirs would stand barely on one foot and balance their bodies to the forces of the cyanide wind.