Penguin is eating a croissant when he suddenly feels it go crunch.

Suddenly, the entirety of existence flashes before his eyes. He realizes how insignificant he truly is. He sees the gods, the mortals, and all those in between.

He sees himself, and herself, and itself, and every single variation of him that ever could exist, all at the same moment. The divine champion. The cowardly wretch. The Emperor. The traitor. The undisputed ruler. The dead man

He sees all of the multiverses. Every decision, every change of plans, every infinitesimal speck that changes, he sees it all. He gazes into the unfathomable abyss of all the infinities that ever have been, will be and could be, and he's forced to count them up from one.

Time begins to move faster. He sees the end of the universe. Then the next big bang. Then the next ending. Then the next 10. Then the next 100. The next 1000. Next 10,000. 100,000. 1,000,000. Until, eventually,

It stops.

The cycle ends. He's there, in the endless void of forever, and will be there forever, and has been there forever. He views memory from a 5th-dimensional perspective, then the 6th. But eventually, in the void of forever, even the memories of all of infinity run dry. And then he's there. Alone.

But wait, he's not alone, because it's getting slightly hotter, and slightly faster, and there's something there, something behind him, something else inside Forever, and he's forgotten how to turn, and it's there, and it's hot, and it's-

Back where he was before, croissant in his mouth. He realises the crunch was his false tooth that fell out. Then he is left to ponder what he just experienced.