(This story took place in a time long before anything existed, not even the space or the stars)

Nothing. That's how he had lived, for who knows how long, in nothingness. He can't be seen because he was nothing, literally. He had never seen himself, he had never talked, he had never heard a sound, he only knew he existed. He was nothing and he lived in nothingness.

In the world of nothing, he thought of nothing. No movement, no sounds, no beings, nothing to be seen. Until one day, in midst of nothingness, arise a bright figure and for the first time, he could see himself.

He saw his own nothing figure, he had a face, a body, and features to be called his own. He observed himself for a while before he approached the bright figure standing not far away from him. He put his hand on his left chest and bowed, spoke in a low and deep tone.

"Oh, beautiful thing, you've given something to this nothing and therefore, I have become something in this nothingness. For I was nothing, thus, you can call me Noth, beautiful thing."