To be exact, this world has no name. But I once speculated that having no name, is actually having a name.

Then a God rebuked, saying it was stupid to think like that.

"Which being is mental enough to consider having no name as a name?"

I originally thought the presence of a god followed something dramatic. Like exploding rays of blinding light accompanied by an opera of an angels. On the contrary, I get an old man wearing clothes no different from a beggar. 

 *BURPED*

"Ah, this wine is good. Alex is it? Ask me anything and I'll answer," the old man wore an expression of ecstasy as he continued to burp, "Right, no questions about the gods though."

I couldn't help but feel reluctant. 'I'm being scammed right? An old geezer claiming to be a god, whose stupid to fall for that?'

"You, of course." The old man said.

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"H-huh?" 

"Hurry, I have things to do."

This old man... Is he possibly a god? 

I cleared my throat and asked, "How come this world doesn't have a name?"

Hmm... The old man rested his chin on his arms as he leaned forward on the table. For thirty minutes, he continued to stare in the sky in silence; looking like the wise sages waiting forth heavens answer.

A few seconds later, the heavens didn't fail him as an object fell from the skies.

The old man received the gift with his shirt, and a foul stench started to fill the room. Breathing deeply, the old man's face was filled with regret.

".. Alex, I'm ready to answer your question."

My eyes were glued with the huge mess of a rainbow on his shirt. The stench made me regret being born with a nose. 

'No, more importantly. Is it a custom for gods to be bathed by bird dookie before answering a mortal?'

I've heard of people who work hard all their lives to enter the realm of gods. Does this possibly involved bird poop as well?

"Listen well Alex, this world has a name, but because of several reasons, it has been banned from being remembered or spoken."

"... Is that so?"

"Yes, does this satiate your curiosity mortal?" The old man stood up and gazed at the sky once again.

"Wait. I still have one more thing toask."

The old man said nothing, and before I could answer, a storm of strange markings and golden ray of light gathered around the old man. Then, poof, the old man was gone.