Chapter 1.

  In the beginning…the world was made out of

  sand and water and fire and wind and darkness.

  The earth trembled from time to time, as though it were alive,

  and then she stopped, for she had no more breath left in her.

  This was how the world began and ended.

  When the world died, she also died.

  No one knows whether this is real or not;

  whether it has a cause or a purpose.

  But this story doesn’t need to have a cause to be true.

  It has all the signs of being true, because I am here now.

  And there are many things that will happen when you die.

  So I ask you this question; what do I really know about

  this world that I’m living in?

  I don’t care if you believe me.

  I want you to listen to me before you judge me.

  What’s your name?

  My name isn’t important at the moment; what matters is

  that I know who you are.

  You can call me “No Name” if you like.

  My name is No Name.