The brothers walk through waving fields of dry grasses: moving forward through summer's warmth under smiling blue skies. In the distance a carnival beckons.
They speak of their father's possible secret lovers; the man's dusty passions as ancient wonders, curiosities on display.
This day brings its own secrets. The blind man laughs.
"Come to me my pretty children. Would you like to play with me tonight? Let me show you hidden secrets, the insides of your parents on display."
The Rakshasa's long, snake like tongue darts out to taste the fresh flowing blood. "Would you like to eat with me?".