A gentle breeze swayed the human skin hanging from the tree branch.

It seemed to be smiling at me, waving, calling me over!

My original skin was cut off piece by piece by my grandmother.

Even if it remained intact, it should have been stitched together, right?

But on that piece of skin, there was not a single trace of being cut or stitched.

It was intact, like a piece of clothing, taken directly from my body.