You decided to get some rest, not only because you were tired, but you wanted an interesting dream to write in your journal. Luckily, you got just that. After a long time of pointlessly scavenging the Mural World, something catches your eye. A large pile of hair with a large mouth, taking up all of its face. It's pacing around a small pile of blood. There's another one south of you, doing the exact same thing as the first, this time yellow instead of brown.