A balcony is in the dark.       A man is sharpening a razor by the balcony. The man looks at the sky through the window-panes and sees ...       A fleecy cloud moving toward the full moon.       Then a young woman's head, her eyes wide open. A razor blade moves toward one of the eyes.       The fleecy cloud passes across the face of the moon.       Then the razor blade passes through the young woman's eye, slicing it in two.