The Book of Human Skin and Bones

It was mainly inspired by a dream. In the dream, there was a woman who took the hairpin from her head and gave it to me. She was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to wake up. Her eyes were full of tenderness. I guessed she was looking at someone very important to her, so I wrote this story. I'm not sure why, but I suddenly thought of human skin. I always feel that a beauty like her must have suffered greatly. Or perhaps it was simply the sorrow I felt when she turned away for a moment.