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There is a quite great number of shapes around you. As a multiplicity it sprawls upon the surface of everything with shameless indifference, practicing a nonchalant inertia, but as individual subjects, they are in perpetual fluctuation, always in a hurry somewhere or nowhere, yet it's almost impossible to get a grip on their trajectory or purpose or maybe even their presence.

But that's not a coincidence, that’s how they were intended to function. That’s what they turned themselves out to be..

Nothing wrong with that though. What others do is none of our business, the borders of privacy should always be respected.

No, you see that is where the problem arises. Because nothing can function without following some type of a system, and systems always result in an outlet of patterns. And sometimes those patterns just happened to end up being a little bit too conspicuous, a bit too intriguing and from that point onwards you can’t just expect others to not want to take a closer look. And let's be honest it won't just be a little look, it never stops there. Because one thing about the patterns is that at first they always try to play hard to get, but once someone takes notice of them they won't be able to resist the uplifting hazy trance that the attention provides them with and they will start to emerge all around you. Your vision will get proliferated and distorted with their tendrils. What used to be familiar is now all distorted gooey and uncomfortable. Converging with the object of curiosity will sound like the only acceptable option.
As you can see this undoubtedly has an infectious effect, the notorious shapes are trying to blind and deceive you with the patterns and you are not immune to it. The concerning diagnosis is that the truth detox is likely fatal. But just when you are feeling like all these webs and frameworks that have been revealed to you are becoming too overwhelming and perplexing, all your new knowledge will come to your aid and wash out the lies you have been previously force fed with.
And then the dense enigma wilderness around you will become a bit less cryptic, a bit more intelligible. You will be set on the right path, where you can start seeking the correct truths and decode the patterns from the proper perspective.
But I won’t rush you, depriving someone from any recession and modulation and mutation would be a very cruel thing to do.

At last a required amount of artificial cells have been congregated to produce a new lifeform. Hasty to meet and greet the world, the young polyp sheds her plastic breeder-capsule shell, She is now ready to explore the zones that lie beyond the bulk vending machine.
The procedure of senses activating brings about an excess of novel discomfort. The system is booting up and immediately submerges the polyp with physical and cognitive stimuli. But there is no time to process her materialization and all the tactility that comes with it as she is also simultaneously exposed to an ambiguous tide pool of ever fluctuating sludge and cognition, which has been provided by the grounds of reality.
That is to say, Willow, the jellygirl has been brought to life. Albeit she might be experiencing many mesoglea-related deficiencies, but the most significant paraphernalias are up and running as they should, eager to indulge in the universe and take in all the phenomenon it has got to offer her.

Willow is not alone. There is a gentle yet vigilant presence, spectating as the newcomer is getting a taste of the fresh, of the new. The presence sluggishly follows the clumsy jellygirl with its gaze as she stumbles around the breeder room. But it doesn't leave much time for Willow to get familiar with the new grounds and with the new equipment, after all she has a job to do. And a very important one at that. There is a cluster of amorphous invaders encroaching the Moeverse, whom must be stopped before it's too late!
Gotta hurry up, gotta charge up on cognition and chassis fuel, so Willow too, will be able to partake in the course of protecting the Moeverse.

And thus the presence enters Willow’s line of sight to accelerate her learning process, and with that it ultimately ends the jelygirl’s purely raw and independent discovery of the world.

The presence most commonly known as Menon (Willow is yet to learn this) is the creator of the Moeverse and all the apparatus and organic creatures occupying it.
One important thing that must be taken into consideration when describing this presence, is that it doesn't exactly have a physical form. The conditions and boundaries that could circumscribe material things in the universe can’t be applied to it. Matter of fact it's not at all a matter of fact. That is to say the presence is completely and utterly intangible for every organic creature.
But still it's undoubtedly constantly nearby, watching the consequences of its enterprises and creations. And so with regards to the way the moeversians apprehend information they each need to empirically endow Menon with physical and personality traits in order to be able to think about it.
Yes you’ve heard it right, the knowledge of the presence’s existence also comes with a free personally customizable puppet! You get to build your own creator just like it had got to build you!

And just like that as Willow senses the presence she unwittingly turns it into an entity. It's still a little embryonic and awkward looking, which is admittedly Willow’s fault, but you gotta excuse her for that as she has not yet collected too many influences that could inspire her in sculpting a more decent inhuman otherness.
But either way the jellygirl seems to be satisfied with the way she synthetized her ideas into one virtual concept, you can clearly see this by the way she blankly stares at the result of her reveries, a freshly moulded entity, her cognitive jelly just purged out for the sake of perceptibility and cohesion.
Now this freshly moulded entity calls out to her: and this is what it says:
“Hi Willow, it is time for you to go to war.”

Now it is a little bit later, and willow isn’t in the breeder bulk vending machine room anymore. This time the scene is a public transport vehicle, commonly known as the magic(al jellygirl) school bus, a machine of a semi-organic nature. The breeder room was quiet and sequestered, wrapped in privacy and patience. The Magic(al jellygirl) School Bus is overflowing with a mass of sprawling stimuli and impulses caused by a swarm of youthful jellygirls whom, just like Willow are all equally overwhelmed by an extreme case of joyful excitement.

A common characteristic of the beginning of an era is the disproportionate distribution between the amount of available time and the information in need of absorption.
This phenomenon is true this time too, because the jellygirls’ meeting ceremony gets suddenly interrupted by Menon’s arrival.
Every jellygirl is provided with a very unique and personal experience as the presence starts to enlighten them on the nature of their existence and the purpose and destiny of their transportation.

“Let me introduce you to yourselves!-Menon starts its speech in an eloquent and festive tone- “You are the first smack of successful bioproducts of my experiments involving artificial-celled sculptures, which makes you the first official generation of jellygirls!
The idea of your creation came to me when a horde of pesky invaders started to infest this galaxy of mine. At first they seemed nice and nutritious, I thought they will stir up the stillwater and give the biowaste a new and interesting toy to play with. But soon it turned out instead of curious visitors, these invaders were more like war elephants, programmed to destroy everything in their sight.
Oh also, for your information there is a huge intergalactic warfare taking place outside of our galaxy which I have no intentions in getting involved in, no matter how many abominations get transferred into the Moeverse.
And so that is where you, my dear jellygirls came into the picture. I urgently needed a resilient and skillful defense force that can protect the fragile and harmless habitants of this galaxy and thus the idea of you was conceived in me…
Oh my, just by looking at you I can tell that I have definitely overheated your fresh cognition jellies with all this information hazard. So it is probably best if I just cut to the chase and tell you to go and fight these invaders, capture and neutralize them somehow. Feel free to experiment with your mesoglea, I made them all very durable and sparkly, which -according to my observations seems- to be the best and most efficient combination.”

Apparently Menon reckoned that this much guidance would suffice, it waves its cheerful goodbyes while the magic(al jellygirl) school bus terminates by the edge of the Moeverse and drops off the slightly puzzled jellygirls.

Violent DNA modification victims are streaming in through the thresholds of the Moeverse. Amorphous anomalie beasts, the invaders seem to be in a catatonic state, mindlessly destroying everything that gets into their trajectory. Looking at them, it’s unsure whether they can control or even register their actions. Yet despite their unrecognizably distorted forms one can’t help but get possessed by some sort of an odd yet sublime allure the invaders radiate.
The jellygirls are taken aback, completely transfixed by the divine pitifulness of their opponents. Somehow none of them seem to be in a rush to annihilate these pathetic creatures.

There is another unexpected factor of this current equation which is that there are already some jellygirls fighting against the invaders. Menon said Willow and the other bus passengers were the 1st generation, and now it turns out they are actually just a refill for a previous army?
The suffocating amount of questions that have been arising and populating the insides of Willow’s cognition jelly now have fused together and unlocked a new feeling. It's called confusion. It’s known from its tendency of rapidly self-reproducing and flooding your vision, until it completely extinguishes your fundamental frame of knowledge and truth. From the confused subject’s point of view this mindset is not very ideal for warfare.
But at the moment there are some more pressing matters that must be attended to, so Willow's expanding confusion can and must wait.

The situation has been more or less perceived and acknowledged by the jellygirls which means they have to join their predecessors in battle.

Without any proper guidance or directions, the jellygirls are completely clueless about what it is that they are supposed to be doing. They had barely adjusted to their new physical frames, so their confusion and discombobulation is understandable.

Willow stares at the departing magic(al jellygirl) school bus when suddenly an invader charges at her. Certain doom is approaching in an alarming volition and Willow realizes it is time to say goodbye to the matrix of her senses and cognition that she just got blessed with on this very day.
What an anticlimactic and disappointing outcome. But at least she hasn't had enough time to get very attached to anything in this sphere of existence and so letting go of her self and her surroundings comes rather easily to her. No drive for survival whatsoever can be found in this jellygirl.
Dwelling in acceptance, waiting to return to the bedrock of existence, Willow shuts all 24 of her eyes waiting for the demise to catch up with her.
But in the end it never arrives.

The deus ex machina intervenes in the events and the conscious bond between the cognition and the nervous system is strapped at once and Willow’s mesoglea gets animated by a powerful force. A total instinct and intuition takeover happens inside her, its origins are unknown but it enhances the scale of acuity and movement-speed.

From here on the information arrives late to her and only in the form of ambiguous chunks, yet her physical signifer reacts to all the impulses correctly with flawless timing.
Willow’s mesoglea automatically dodges the upcoming invader and thus, the dissolution which a few moments ago seemed so absolute and unavoidable gets postponed at the last moment.

Willow has no time to recover from the accumulation of shock the previous seconds caused her, as another unexpected phenomena strikes upon her. An immense uncomfort originating from her ear canals paralyzes each and every nerve and receptor and perceptor inside her. This feeling brings about a raw disgust and an immediate crucial longing for a numb senseless state. Please, anything but this.

From an external spectator’s point of view this occurring floats down in the following way:
Willow starts shivering and slightly withering while a moist tendril sprawls out of both of her ears. This appendage meanders over to the invader and completely ensnares it. The massive creature trembles as it loses its balance and collapses onto the ground.

Something clicks and Willow gets completely intoxicated by the pride and excitement her little successful triumph rewards her with. She finally figured out what it is that she was designed for. And that is to turn her earwax into an elongated limb and use it as a weapon to defeat mysterious creatures.
Any feeling of discomfort, exhaustion or confusion has now become irrelevant. The instincts have found and leached on a purpose which will drive every fiber of Willow’s being until that purpose has been fulfilled entirely.

The sight of this victorious attack seems to have a somewhat encouraging effect on all the other jellygirls, who now -albeit a bit hesitantly, but nonetheless fuelled by motivation start trying to make their own attempts at striking down the invaders themselves.

And thus a long and exhausting battle between jellygirls and invaders begins.

One thing worth mentioning is that even if your mesoglea is filled with youthful strength and energy after you had fought for so long that you lost your sense of time to such an extent that you develop a case of a lasting immunity to time itself, it is not surprising that your vision becomes a bit fuzzy, a bit blurry, and your surroundings all turn into a huge mesh of opaque silhouettes, occasionally contrasted by brightly beaming flashes of light.

This is exactly what Willow experienced as she dozed in and out of a weird half-asleep state of autopilot combat. She started to accept that her entire existence will consist of nothing but an eternal process of numb and monotonous fighting, so it wasn't exactly clear when the switch had happened. But one minute Willow realized that she no longer has to exhaustedly grip into the brims of consciousness. As she adjusted to her sharper senses she realized that she is no longer in the middle of a myriad of invaders, but instead she is sitting in a vast dining hall, full of the jellygirls she had already known by sight.

It's likely that the conduit of the building this immense room is located in seems to be serving as some sort of transportation system, specifically designed for nonspatial entities, because one moment after another Menon, the nonspatial entity emerges out of a half broken water pipe.
Just by the illusion of Menon’s sight, Willow can already feel an impending speech in the vapor, she is adjusting her nodes to be able to properly receive it…
-Welcome back, my dear and brave jellygirls, I'm delighted to let you know that you have managed to successfully withhold the invaders from destroying our beloved Moeverse. Thanks to you by now all the other galaxies have conceded that their genetically modified abominations are no match for the moeversians. As a matter of fact the moeversians eat these invaders for breakfast!-
Here Menon takes a pause for the jellygirls to cheer. But the they don't really seem to be planning on doing any such things, if anything most of them look very disoriented and perplexed and so Menon continues:

And with that the conduit swallows Menon and the jellygirls’ exclusive dining experience commences.
Willow is happy to ascertain the fact that the war is over and the breakfast of champions is served. This occasion could be as good a time as any to make new friends, but she ends up just digesting her previous experiences (and a few jello cups)instead.
Oh boy oh boy. What a chaotic way to start an existence this was, there are many things the jellygirls need to rest up from.
Thankfully there is a table overflowing with a great variety of delicacies and snacks that will help to accelerate the recovery. An abundance of different smells and textures. This will grant the jellygirls a good opportunity to fire up their taste buds, because up to now, their diets only served a more pragmatic purpose called survival.
Food is arbitrary but once it is accompanied by enjoyment the process will immediately become less taxing.
Different combos can be explored and discovered. Try the wine!- The velvet liquid catches Willow’s attention and she answers its call. The aforementioned liquid is called grape juice and Willow finds it quite nice, quite soothing. It goes well with pudding. The novelty is exciting, but Willow is slowly growing to like it more and more when the joy is consistent. Now that she has found the meal that suits her the most, she won't ever betray the energy and relief it provides her every time she returns to it.

-Alright, alright, I can tell, you are all very tired after all this warfaring, but I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of each and every one of you.

But even if this battle was victorious, we still can't afford to lean back completely, we can't let our guard down, as it is likely that the rulers of the other galaxies still won't give us a rest, and you know, I just couldn't stand to see my dear but oh so fragile sculptures getting shattered to pieces. And so as part of the Moeverse defense operation, you, my precious translucent warriors will be distributed throughout the galaxy, so every little segment of it will be armed against potential pests.

Of course, that’s all still in the not so distant future and as for now, it is time for you to rest and celebrate and enjoy a gelatinous feast together.”

Once dinner is over, the time had arrived for the jellygirls to get transferred to their permanent accommodation, a home and a workplace in one planet. Which is important because one is always more enthusiastic and eager to protect the place it lives in.
The jellygirls get clumped into the magic(al jellygirl) school bus again, and they each get assigned a partner to work with, and a planet to guard.
The bus departs on its long route that covers the entire Moeverse and makes a stop at almost every single planet to drop off two of its passengers.

After a while, the number of jellygirls, in the bus has significantly decreased. The vehicle stops once again and this time it is Willow’s turn to get off. And so she does. In the corner of her eyes she senses movement, from the horizon line covered in seats, another jellygirl rises and begins moving towards the folding doors. Willow doesn't want to reveal how curious and excited she currently is but still she can't restrain from taking a glimpse at the creature standing next to her besides the door.
An enigmatic yet nimble looking presence encircled by a distinct scent of petrichor and a shiny assemblage of glistening crimson gemstones.
The individual is armed with peculiarly lanky limbs. Willow can tell by their slightly wobbly and uncoordinated movements that he hasn’t yet learnt to navigate the dimensions of his mesoglea.
Ther hair is like a thick and vast cloud of mist, concealing a pair of sharp eyes, which are currently busy intensely observing and examining Willow.

The new character has been met, the new scene has been reached, the bus doors slide open, it is now safe to depart! And so the two jellygirls exit the bus and enter a fresh epoch of joint adventures.