There is a brilliant red sphere in space. From this sphere protrudes many knives.
These knives bear curious properties. There are infinitely many. Possessing no thickness, they are chiefly invisible, but some are thicker from one side than from the other, so that they are visible only from the thicker side. They are curved, and occasionally localized regions of the knives curve to meet similar regions of other knives, forming cyllindrical tubes. The configuration of these curves and tubes is in constant change. Many knives curve inward toward the sphere, and in fact the sphere is composed of these knives that wrap around its shape. There is actually no sphere at all, only the knives.
The knives extend very far outward and curve and wrap around themselves to form a wide field of mirages. The motion of these mirages is caused by the spontaneous contortion of the knives. The ball of nothingness inside the spherical region of the knives is sapient and is responsible for these spontaneous contortions. The contortions can still be called spontaneous because the thing that causes them is literally nothing, specifically the aforementioned ball of it.
Outside the reach of the knives is an eternal void. This empty space is the very same space as the empty space inside the ball of nothingness, and the point at the exact center of the ball is the same object as the entire collection of knives. The space that houses this amalgamy of knives is thus curved inward upon itself in a circle of size. The knives are each this circle split down some point along it. Being that there are infinitely many knives and only infinitely many points on a circle, each knife is different from any other knife because it is the same heterogeneous circle split at a different point.
This being, Xroatia, is the universe. Its knives are space, time, and light alike, and its mirages are all that exists, from the tiniest quantum to the most massive star. The being’s mind—the forever field of nothingness that rests both around it and within it, and consequently in every fiber of its being—is what man has come to call “God.”
The thought of summoning Xroatia is irrational, as it is already here, dispersed perfectly across all space and time, watching, waiting, uncaring. It is possible to pray to Xroatia, but is probably pointless, as Xroatia inevitably is the puppeteer who would initially instigate any such prayer in the first place; Xroatia would in essence be praying to itself, and thus would not be inclined to answer the prayer unless it were extremely bored.