MicroHorror

The colony of misshapen creatures crawled out of the sea on a moonless evening. They approached the island shoreline with rudimentary tools and began to rapidly carve the volcanic rock. Although the vast majority of these gargantuan artisans lacked conventional appendages, and were at constant odds with physical disabilities, they managed to overcome the limitations of their bulky fins and tentacles to successfully craft a masterpiece.

Periodically, labor was temporarily suspended in order to re-submerge their bodies into the ocean depths and revive gradually desiccating flesh.

From the high granite cliffs above them, the island inhabitants, obscured in shadows, witnessed the transformation of their landscape and were bewildered by the massive undertaking. The muggy air was assaulted with the roar of prehistoric life excavating sand with immense jaws speckled with ivory teeth. All night the monstrous brutes shifted their weight from earth to water, back and forth, like the whisper of waves.

As darkness withered into thinning vapors, they completed their monumental sculptures and receded into the safe anonymity of the unexplored deep.

When the sun finally struck these mammoth stone effigies, the natives were astounded to see their own perfectly dark faces mirrored on that desolate stretch of beach.