Candyworld

In the beginning, there was sugar, swirling in the ether of causality.
And then, the sifting came. And out of the sugar, form was wrought. The Candyworld rose from the seas of chaos, made of the cold sugar... timeless, and impermeable. The living sugar grew, and coalesced, and from it came all the life of Candyworld.
This was when the trouble began.
In that darkness between worlds lurk the horrible things that cannot and should not be, things that crave minds to imagine them, and give them the form they do not have.