It's... just how it is. Consider it a natural law. Perhaps it's to teach us a lesson about ephemera... each tiny bit of that blob has detail like you couldn't imagine, within.

<sub>[ that means he doesn't know why. Terran civilization never reached the atomic level.

wiggles his fingers. He may not be able to make snow, but he can make a big ice crystal following a shape a snowflake might take. It's about.. the size of one's head.

...after a few seconds, he re-shapes it, then again, and again-- going through a startling variety of forms.

Eventually, though, he runs out of ones he's done before, and sends it floating off out of his way. It's already starting to drip. ]</sub>