Every religion in the world has a Genesis story. This is how it starts for our protagonist Naga.

In the beginning it was just a formless void and darkness. It was all rather, well, murky. This was decisively before someone switched on Naga’s sensory inputs. Picture, if you will, the universe prepping its first coffee, still in its dressing gown, and squinting against the not-yet-existent morning light. It was a little mind boggling to conjure up the age of the formless because the future and the past were rolled into one gigantic promenade of possibility. They were certainly not clearly separated as they are in the present.