They were called albinos and anemics. In reality, they were almost transparent, like a kind of smoked glass that looked like twilight or sunrise, spring and autumn. They wore hoods and headscarves. They wore them to protect the secret sanctuary of being. In the end times, others took to wearing masks, hoods and headscarves in order to rape, fornicate, steal, torture, lynch and burn down cities. What is more, the argus that watched the city of man grew fearful and lustful. It stripped off the hoods and scarves of the albinos. A strange thing happened. The glass bodies burned blood-crimson and iodine in the infrared daynight of the city. Many albinos shattered. And the others, those who watched and stretched forth their claws, died from beholding the sad naked purity of being.