At the center of the gravity slide game, the universe finds that it has preceded itself and begun building colorful little balls.

The balls are intricate sculptures, tiny versions of the magic soup kitchens where it all began. They are sculpted of every thing that the universe has yet invented using its magic dust, and the universe is very proud of them, huddling under them as if the little balls were new shells, each suitable for an infinite lair of litter mates.