early in its life, phólia had a near death experience. mesoglea trampled into filmy shreds, cognitive jelly torn into a cluster of translucent little snippets. it wasnt a pretty site.

thankfully, phólia is provided with a trustworthy immune assistant who successfully repaired the injured jellygirl.

but despite the immune assistant's thorough repairment a small little glitch had managed to split through phólia’s perception as he was lingering in the fringes of being. a momentary glimpse into what shouldnt be glimpsed at by the ordinary material sculpture. what phólia saw in that unperceivably short amount of time transcends the realm of words, thus its impossible to describe. this event might sound insignificant, just a small stumble of a damaged mind, yet it had became the core focal point of phólia’s entire existence.