Their bodies were ugly, and every time they crawled out of the cracks in the ruins shrouded in thick fog, the surrounding environment seemed to change, and the light dimmed. Each one was a turbid blood-red color, making a tiny clicking sound when turning, and there were still bones and mucus of unknown creatures hanging on their bodies. Only you love me, our protagonist says. How can it crawl out of the abyss and grow into an "upright person", or turn into a real crawling monster that curls up on the ground forever...
Intent: Funny, comical, painful and optimistic.