In the vast expanse of the cosmos, swirling amidst sparkling constellations and pulsating nebulas, sat Hotel Galaxia, a stunning marvel of interstellar hospitality renowned for accommodating the most extraordinary creatures the universe had to offer. But the star of the hotel wasn’t the zero-gravity ballroom or the quantum spa—it was Zlerg, the friendly, gooey concierge.

Zlerg was an amorphous orange blob, with a consistency akin to thick syrup. He moved around the lobby of Hotel Galaxia with fluid ease, his body shifting gracefully into various shapes as he greeted each guest. No visitor was ever too odd, too large, or even too invisible for Zlerg; his jolly personality made each one feel uniquely welcomed.

“Our systems thrive on making your stay sublime,” Zlerbounce—a cheerful term his coworkers coined when referring to Zlerg’s undulating movement—would often echo through the lobby. Zlerg had a knack for remembering the preferences of his returning guests. Whether it was the Yggdrisilian tree folk who demanded room humidifiers set to mimic their far-off jungle planets or the delicate invisible Zephyrites requiring accommodations free from anything that could mar their unseen presences, Zlerg catered to all.

One particularly bustling galactic cycle brought a new challenge that would test even Zlerg’s sizable adaptability. An enigmatic figure, clad in star-stitched garments that shimmered with each step, entered Hotel Galaxia. The being, known simply as The Wanderer, was a mysterious, revered figure who traveled the cosmos seeking places that could both interest and accommodate their elusive nature.

Zlerg flowed forward, his form shimmering a brighter orange with excitement. “Welcome to Hotel Galaxia! How may I enhance your cosmos traversing experience today?” he exclaimed with a glistening, blobby smile.

The Wanderer’s expression was unreadable, hidden under folds of cosmic fabric. “I seek solitude, a view of the Glimmering Expanse, and perhaps an understanding of places like this,” they responded, their voice a melodious whisper that seemed to echo with the very sounds of the universe.

"Ah, a view to soothe the soul and curiosity – an excellent choice!” Zlerg replied enthusiastically. He nimbly reshaped himself into a map of the hotel, highlighting their route. “We have the Vega Suite available, offering unparalleled views of the Glimmering Expanse, equipped with an automated cosmic telescope and walls that dim the light of nearby stars for a clearer view.”

Grateful, The Wanderer nodded and made their way to the suite. Over the next few days, Zlerg made a point of engaging them in light conversation, sharing tales of the hotel’s history and the many galaxies he had encountered. To his delight, The Wanderer slowly opened up, mesmerized by Zlerg’s genuine warmth and the hotel’s commitment to making every guest’s stay memorable.

As The Wanderer prepared to leave, they turned to Zlerg, a rare smile crossing their nebulous visage. “Zlerg, your service has not only met my needs but enriched my journey. Your joy and attentiveness have made Hotel Galaxia a beacon in my travels.”

Beaming with pride, Zlerg gave a little ripple of joy. “It is our mission to brighten the path of those who wander,” he said, helping The Wanderer with their cosmic fabric garment. "May your travels be as enriching as your stay.”

As The Wanderer disappeared into the cosmos, Zlerg resumed his duties, his heart as full as his form was fluid. Every guest left with a story; an encounter with a gooey, jolly blob who made Hotel Galaxia feel like a warm home in the cold, vast universe.
Write about his appearance
Zlerg, in his essence, was like a living, moving sunset. His body, a thick and gooey consistency akin to syrup, radiated a warm, inviting orange hue. Light often played beautifully across his amorphous surface, casting playful shadows and glimmers that flickered across him just like sunlight dances across rippling water.

Despite being a blob, Zlerg was able to manipulate his appearance to some degree, especially when it came to communicating or handling tasks. When speaking to guests, he would fashion a sort of face on his otherwise smooth surface. Two white spots would emerge to form eyes, while a gentle curve would represent a broad, welcoming smile. This makeshift face wasn’t static; instead, it shifted and changed. When he laughed—a common occurrence given his jolly nature—the eyes would crinkle, and the smile would widen, giving him a truly joyful expression.

Around the edges of his body, Zlerg could occasionally create small, waving extensions, mimicking arms, which he used to gesture as he spoke or when he needed to point directions to confused spacefarers. These extensions were delicate and fluid, moving with an almost hypnotic grace.

Zlerg’s overall body changed shape effortlessly as he moved about his duties, flowing along the floor of the hotel lobby like a viscous river. He could stretch tall to fetch items from higher shelves for smaller guests or spread himself thin to sneak under doors or through small openings to retrieve lost items for guests. Despite his fluid nature, Zlerg never seemed to leave any residue behind; he was as clean as he was vibrant.

His appearance, lit from within by a light that reacted to his emotions, easily shifted from dim to bright depending on his mood or the ambiance he wished to set in the room. During intimate, quiet conversations, his light would soften, giving his presence a soothing glow. In more animated moments, like during a festive galactic gathering in the lobby, his orange would brighten to an almost electrifying tangerine.

Zlerg wasn’t just a marvel of appearance; his visual presence in Hotel Galaxia was a constant, comforting reminder to all guests and staff that joy and a warm welcome were always at hand. Write a story where a human visits, initially confused by the talking blob of orange glop, but gets used to him eventually