ambrus

somewhere around the end of the cathedral ventilation era an illogical structure got repurposed as a resort;
among its glistening mosaic halls an indoor breeze weaves through; playfully striking down on windchimes and beadcurtains, inviting them on a soporific lullaby duet; its a sluggish and humid turquoise afternoon; the iridescent surface and the underlying vapor labyrinth beckons you; a cavernous wound opens up on your side and your occult empire slowly starts seeping through it right to the Outside; the steam room doesnt lead to where you expected.
weird visions challenging the limits of your sense-perception creep up on you; this visceral discomfort - caused by the unidentifiable outside matter violently tearing out your focal point - will haunt you well after you have left the realm of dreams;

this is the type of resort ambrus, the jellygirl resides in; telephone is always left hanging by the wire, the light sneaks through the rose windows, letting itself get corrupted by the colors of the stained glass;
ambrus’ vision is one sultry mixture of both disparate waves; two gates that never lead to intersections but are both equally accomplices in keeping ambrus endlessly busy, making her attend every party in the moeverse;
but ambrus’ eyes are never hazy, she is real seasoned in navigating and separating and dissecting both the Outside and the consensus realms;
however the one thing she cant do with these provinces is sufficiently bringing them closer to each other no matter how much she tries; ambrus had attempted to let the sculptures of a the moeverse take a peak Outside through the backdoor of the collective unconscious, but the apparatus had always clouded out the unsolicited intruders’ senses and obfuscated their view, turning them into terrifying incomprehensible sensations, before the sculptures could’ve caught a proper glimpse out; and the mesmerizing and interesting world ambrus wanted to present transmorphed into a heap of destructive self-fulfilling dreamviruses.
thus ambrus’ brief carrier of running a local speculative newscast channel, lead to disastrous outcomes;
so now for lack of a better option she tries to acclimate to the lonely state of existence where her experiences forever stay incomprehensible to all of her beloved friends.

INFO

 species: jellygirl (white-spotted jelly)

 age: ~90.000 years

 occupation: magical jellygirl/honorary  resort and museum manager

 residency: museum planet