egg soup

The universe explodes into an unending void filled with a cascading menagerie of tiny bits of infinitely-faceted glass-cotton-candy. It seems odd at first, that cotton candy should be made of glass, but upon closer examination every facet of every glossy tuft bombards your mind with contradictory taste sensations. Much like a synesthete, you taste smells, smell colors, see sounds, and so on. Every fractured window seems to contain an entire universe's worth of impossible information.