C101 When the Lord Is Born I Am Not Born

In the forest, the wind howled, the rain poured, the branches rustled, like the cries of wild ghosts, the rain grew heavier and heavier, and the soil was washed away.

After an unknown period of time, a strange hand reached out from the sticky soil. That hand was filled with mud and blood, and it was washed away by the rain after only being exposed for a short while