Magic obliterates world sins. Third Sin.

A woman in her bedroom faces the mirror in the morning. She would comb her fiery hair with fire-fingers, a brilliant and disturbing dance of flames that would not mingle betwixt them, casting two lights on everything, giving shadows to birth out of everything. Behind her back, perhaps her lover, perhaps her son, perhaps both, a young man, standing naked from his waist up. The man was humming an almost inaudible song, for his head was being swallowed by a huge snake that he himself held in his arms as one would a baby. The movements did not allow the viewer to understand if it was the boy pushing inside the snake's mouth his own head, or if the snake was swallowing him or if a third presence was invisibly superseding every other stroke.