Lhoh was everywhere for an instant and then she was no more. She was in another universe, and it resolved slowly as she watched it glimmer like an apparition. It was ephemeral. She released her pressure on the bending and it slowly solidified. She let go gently of the tenuous bending. Space was normal again.
Lhoh did not know from where she came, she just always was. She looked at herself and realized that she had been depleted, just like last time. She was always less, not more and this bothered her. She created universes.... or did they create her? It was immaterial. All she knew was that at one time she had been created from the very stuff she was creating. It had been a 'birthing' of spectacular proportions. She was pure mathematics, every part of her being understood and empathized with the grandeur of the function; the geometry of the solution. It was what she existed for.
Lhoh concentrated on the work she had to do. She began working out the solutions to this universe; the probability equations; the rules she made were as logical to her as existing. They flowed forth and bent the universe to her will. Nothing was superfluous, it was beautiful and she felt pleasure in the way it ebbed and flowed from her. Time meant nothing; it was a construct and she had loads and loads of time.
The stars twinkled in response to her efforts as she manipulated the gravity to create a three-dimensional map in her mind. It was wonderful. She wanted to do this endlessly. Every new creation was wonderful and unexpected. She reveled in it.
What Lhoh did not know was who her creators were. And that Lhoh stood for 'Last Hope of Humankind'.