There were no English words for the agony Camilo went through.

Indeed, he did shapeshift to microbial life at some point, but he was now a flesh ooze trying to shapeshift back into being human.

Humans and talking animals, appalled by his existence, treated him like an object.

No, Camilo was always treated like an object.

Camilo knew of a loving being that could save him, he even went into Fornian garbage to start his pilgrimage. The Fornian garbage was wrapped in a way for the people and talking animals below to be able to salvage some of it. Camilo had to endure glass shards and old gum being attached to his oozy self, but he was already numb to suffering.

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He found a bit of relief when he transmuted an eye.

Indeed, when Camilo arrived to the vicinity of Pueblo, he found the Alkrezian priest impaled on a pike. The end of the pike that came out of the priest's mouth hosted flies and maggots that had left his eye sockets bare.

It felt good to Camilo to see the man like that.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Camilo crawled into the loving arms of Prophet Ameen.