Once upon a time in a quaint old hut, a shriek could be heard, beckoning the coming of new life on earth. The creature being a disfigured mess of limbs and claws, slimy due to the nature of his gestation. The young creature examines his surrounding eagerly, seeking comfort, seeking love. As none is to be found, he takes the challenge onto himself to find what he seek. He crawls toward the door, slowly feeling strength building in his leg as he then shifts to a wobbly walk. The door shifts open with a creek and the light shines in. The young creatures eyes shines with anticipations and glee and he musters the courage to push the door wide open. But in an oh so very unlucky turn of event, the creature is now naught but ash, carried by a gale from outside.