In the Jellyverse, time doesn’t march forward—it undulates. It twists and folds upon itself like the surface of a liquid mirror. In this realm, the clock is nothing but a memory of linearity, its hands swimming in an infinite loop of possibility. Reality here is soft, bendable, and sweet, like the squish of jelly between your fingers. Every moment is both a beginning and an end, and nothing ever stays still. In the Jellyverse, everything is in constant motion, yet perfectly still, forever stuck in the swirling currents of time.