Deathless

She first found herself in darkness, curled around the singularity that existed for an infinitesimal fraction of a nanosecond before sending her reeling on a torrent of energy. Her earliest memories were spent wandering the cloudy haze of nebulae, warming herself beside young stars that whirled in spheres of incandescent plasma. She watched as they cooled, expanded, dulled, counting with the ever constant beat that was the core of her being.

It was in this eventual coldness that she traversed the universe, recording and observing everything that had happened and would be. Her knowledge was exceeded only by her curiosity, and she was as happy as she could be among vast galaxies that fell apart at her touch.

Her influence over the cosmos was near infinite, but nothing soothed a bitter, yearning ache. For all she could do, there was one she could not. 

She was alone.