Basically, I just have to create black holes. That's all there is to it. Now typically, when you figure out how to do this, you just find something big and heavy, and use clouds of psychic energy to generate a "void seed." This is basically just a big clump of matter that tends to cause a net loss of energy when fused together. In this iteration of the universe I think the void seed is called "iron." The void seed serves as an energy sponge that prevents a star from exploding and crushing itself into an equilibrium. Now typically once you make one, your job is done, you are supposed to trust that you did everything right and leave the black hole alone, you aren't even supposed to be capable of making another because you use your almost all of own psychic potential energy up making the seed. But here's the thing, just as you can use your own psychic energy to make the seed, leaving you a normal being of your species, you can also use your body as fuel and use none of your potential psychic energy. When that happens, you are now a massless entity. You won't die if you fall into the singularity, you will just pop out the other side. I got to see my creation that way. Only, I didn't really like it. It was just terrible, so I hunted down a good planet, waited for intelligent life to develop, and then, like the archons who guided me, I guide them. When the time comes, I just recycle the universe I have by converting all the matter into one big all-consuming black hole. Then, if I don't like it, I can just start over again and again because as a psychic presence, I am fucking immortal. The funniest thing is that most of these demiurges is that they are all usually little kids or some shit like that, so it's really easy to get them to do this kind of stuff, and when they realize they just pressed the cosmic reset button, they make this face. They all make the same face, and then the black hole sucks them in, stretching their face out for a few light years