Incomplete

Thin, jagged limbs twitched, twitching spasmodically as if unused to movement. The creature's body unfolded, its slick, embryonic skin peeling away like shedding flesh, revealing something twisted, something wrong.

Its body was… incomplete.

Malformed.

A grotesque mockery of a birth.

The creature's breath hitched—a ragged, unnatural gasp that sounded more like the rattling death-throes of something that should not exist. Its malformed chest expanded in jerking, uneven motions, as if struggling to perform the very act of breathing. 

The first sensations of awareness crashed into its mind like a violent tide, each pulse of existence clawing against the fragile foundation of its being.

It convulsed, a spasming mess of sinew and shifting flesh, barely tethered to reality. Every inch of its body writhed, flickering between solid and liquid, its essence unstable—unrefined, incomplete.