Notes on our universe

According to numerous websites entitled 'How to Write a Novel', this is what I'm supposed to do first... summarize the whole thing with one brief sentence.

Here goes...
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The Nonplussed - a brief, one sentence summary of what's going on, and why, and how.

At a time (the year 2042) when the entirety of humanity is in the process of going collectively insane, by an infinitesimally unlikely chance a stable wormhole is created at the Larger Hadron Collider, which opens a gateway to another universe occupied solely by an alien entity known to itself as Emperor Cannibalus the Starvling of the Far Flung Hunger, who proceeds to enter our universe via the LHC wormhole and, manifesting itself as a petulant 8 year old boy, immediately demands LUNCHEON and subsequently is assigned a guardian who, after witnessing and enduring many destructive and deadly tantrums and tirades, finally uncovers Cannibalus's universe-consuming purpose, an idea at which an insane homo sapiens of course balks... that of being consumed by a peurile extra dimensional entity identifying itself as Cannibalus the Starvling, so humanity is thusly challenged to battle through its own state of collective insanity in order to effectively confront and ultimately thwart the plans of an infantile, seemingly all-powerful alien from another universe to consume the entire infinitude of the multiverse - beginning with the Earth.

There, I did it. That was one sentence, and it was relatively brief. I'm not done yet, though.
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Firstly, we have the universe. Our universe. Like countless other universes which help to comprise the unending foreverness of the multiverse, our universe was observed into being from an infinite sea of wildly fluctuating quantum wave functions by the ubiquitous preconscious potential, the living substrate which underlies, supports, defines, and purposes all of the phenomena comprising the entirety of existence.

Conditions can vary wildly from universe to universe - some, like ours, have physical laws and dimensions of space-time which are conducive to the natural development of life, and many others don't. Our universe is the only universe out of the multiverse which is fundamentally flawed, however. Dark matter, dark energy, black holes, singularities and wormholes, particle-wave duality, the uncertainty principle, superposition, the light speed barrier, quantum gravity, the accelerating expansion of space-time, the precariously balanced, more natural and universe-erasing state of false vacuum upon which our universe constantly teeters yet never collapses - all of these are the real, observable defects of our inherently flawed continuum, where the story takes place.

All universes - an infinity of them - exist inside a state of perfection except ours, because the idea of perfection can't exist without contrast to give it meaning. That's us... we're the contrast. An entire sacrificial universe. It's just the way it has to be, always has been, and always will be. It's necessary. Do you understand? Our universe is the ultimate epitome of the concept of 'accidentally on purpose'. It's ncessary chaos... blameless and offensive.

This is existence, without beginning or end - waveforms collapsing, universes emerging, evolving, thriving, decaying, dying, reborn, infinitely and almost perfectly, the ubiquitous preconsciousness observing it all into existence, always and constantly, forever... yet making the necessary unconscious mistake every few thousand eons that gives rise to our universe, over and over, an infinite number of times. A mistake which propagates eternally through the multiverse like a mutation, bestowing the necessary gift of variation upon an Existence ideally based upon perfection.

Since our universe is flawed, wormholes are allowed to exist. Wormholes, put simply, are flaws in the fabric of our space-time. Flaws, as in... cracks. Or holes, or leaks. If a porthole on a submarine is cracked, water leaks in. If a viewport on a spaceship is cracked, air leaks out. If space-time is cracked, things can leak out of our universe and into the... outside. What's outside of a universe? The inside of another universe. Or, conversely, things can leak into our universe from an outside universe, and into ours.

Only through our universe, the flawed universe, can information be exchanged between universes. Throughout the infinite eons, our universe has been utilized as a kind of telephone exchange system many many many thousands of millions of billions of times, its matter sacrificed for compression into quadrillions upon quadrillions of singularities in order to provide links for outside universes to one another, and for linking parts of the inside of our universe to other inside parts for the purpose of facilitating connections among universes through our universe by sidestepping the light speed barrier (yet another annoying flaw inherent only to our universe).

As I've said, all universes must die eventually, including ours, which means that eventually this universal exchange system also must end eventually with the death of our universe. With each reformation of our flawed universe, life again arises and developes the capability to break space-time, allowing the passage of information among the infinite universes of the multiverse, and the whole cycle repeats.

Right now, in our universe, it's about 14 and a half billion years since the most recent big bang, and life has finally developed to a point that it can break space-time, but only by the most unlikeliest of chances... we're talking quantum probabilities which are so unlikely they have always only ever been theoretical. By some googleplex to 1 probability, a stable wormhole is created at the Larger Hadron Collider on Earth, and by an even unliklier probability, this wormhole happens to link our universe to The Far Flung Hunger, a universe consisting solely of a consciousness consisting of collapsed quantum fluctuations known to itself as Cannibalus The Starvling. CTS's universe had already run through its entire process, from finish to start (time runs backward in his universe relative to ours), but CTS is stopping it from finally Unbeginning again. CTS was once a life form of this reverse universe, but became a flawed consciousness megaeons ago via exposure to a previous version of our universe via the wormhole flaws. CTS, having been driven insane by an understanding of the flaws of our space-time, was able to imbed his consciousness into the space-time of his own universe, thereby halting the unbirth of his own universe right at the moment of its Big Crunch. By holding it there, frozen in time, CTS defies the First Unbirth of his home space-time continuum by continuing to uncontinue and uncontinue and uncontinue, over and over, unnaturally... waiting for eons upon uncounted eons until he can once more access our universe and consume it, with all of its inherent flaws, transforming his consciousness -  and by associated connection - the remaining fabric of his own universe into a brand new universe. A living, beautifully flawed universe, with his own consciousness at the helm and able to create wormholes as a simple property of the laws of physics. which he'd be able to invent or deinvent on a whim, according to his purposes. Think a selfish, bratty, petulant two year old with an effective god complex, and with a grudge against the entirety of existence. Thus CTS plans to unmake the multiverse so that it can undie and be redeathed as single, uncountable, infinite hims... mostly by throwing destructive, deadly tantrums when he doesn't get his way.