The rays of the sun cut through the mist, forcing its retreat. Wounded by the oncoming light, the mist leaves behind parts of itself. The dampness on the ground, the droplets on the tree limbs: dismembered parts reminding the world that no crime shall go unpunished.
The day grows and the sun sweeps through the land, drying the damp ground, cracking the soil, and destroying all evidence of the crime it commits at the break of each dawn.
As it does, a decaying hand emerges from the sediment betraying a mortal crime.