Chapter 1: Birthing Saga
I birthed myself, basically, I kind of just popped out into white nothingness and not even perception could describe it. I sat there at first, wondering what I am, what I should do, but I couldn't come up with anything. Much of this saga wasn't anything important, I hadn't had much to do, there wasn't anything todo, so instead I starting brainstorming, assuming I had a brain. My form wasn't anything material; it was just conciseness, as though I were air, drifting along in absolute nothingness. After a while I became infuriated with what to do and how to do it, so I decided to let someone else take my place and build a galaxy.