"The cosmic brownie?" The priestess looks concerned. "Are you certain?"
"I can handle it." You can eat a sno-ball in one bite.
She invites you in. You sit on a brocade poof as she prepares your treat.
You take a bite and consume the cosmos.
Light, you discover, tastes like butter. Gravity is chewy. And fudgey dark matter ties it all together. Alice Toklas would be proud.
A custard-soft voice chants as you descend from orbit.
"What great mystery did the universe reveal?" the priestess asks.