At first, there was nothing but the Egg of Shamo in a void of nothingness. Nobody, not even Shamo himself, knew who created him or who put the Egg in the void. He did not know whether he created himself or not. He did not know how the Egg found its way where it was. But he did know that he was powerful and he could create from something as minor as a little ant to something as large as the paradise. Shamo knew he was the most powerful being in the whole of nothingness and that he was the new Creator.
Time
passed. Shamo did not count whether it were days or months or decades. Time was
not yet created. The God lay like that, in the confines of the Egg, maturing
slowly and waiting for the moment to break out of its shell. The Eggshell
glowed and glittered with all the aura of the rainbow – red, blue and gold and
every other color. Shamo grew staring at the different brilliant colors,
enjoying them, savoring them with his sight. He also examined the dark void
around him through the translucent shell of his Egg. He knew right then and
there that he had a lot of great tasks to do in the near future.
