"The one with the stony gaze moved meandering, with its ventral scales fixed to the ground, its flexible spine and agility to glide shimmering in a bath of golden light. Its more than three hundred twenty-four ribs rose sensually. Half unfortunate rattlesnake, half human, upright head and accusing arms, carrying wings, fine hair, fearsome and very thin snakes with poison in their mouths. Lustful, hemotoxic lips and what to say about his cursed and withering gaze. Every man dreams of being Perseus, and every man equally feels that fear, the oldest, that of the woman who holds his gaze. Not a dozen shields, nor swords with double-edged reflexes, could have helped the misfortune of the Bifronte. He who could manifest himself both in the past and in the future, an insatiable and divine Being par excellence, who with one face looked at omens and with another misfortune, could not predict the indomitable gaze of the Gorgon that stood at his feet. Jano remained transfigured in marble, that God who ruled over humans and beasts on Earth at sunset, which was already setting on Mount Parnassus." -The artist-