Godhood XIV [Syrup Edition]

I drift into being, with a sigh in the plane of my peers, forming of the white ephemeral foam that sweeps in little eddies around this new universe. I smile a sanguine smile, eyes shut, but still present. I manifest a cappuccino from the same frothing continuum, and sip.

"Oh, hello... I'm Canary, I suppose.. Probably."

I turn my attention to the universe, such as it is, and momentarily lose myself in its potential. So much will happen here. Oh yes.

I weave the fabric of the world, bending it around a point. A world pops into being, fusing itself together like a backwards firework. A large world with a core of ice and seas of frothing hydrogen, a world hot and acrid, which will be a seat of knowledge in the future.

A gas giant has been created for four (4) points. It shall be called Ournaro. It roils in a great, glorious storm of reds and oranges. It orbits incredibly slowly in a vast figure-of-eight between the two suns.

Next.. Next I see potential. I float to the planet of my peers, to the world built by the one they call Oiren.

I bless the Redweed with long term memory in its most basic form; the ability to recognize currents and cycles of the world, to know where to guide its seeds to live. With this comes thought, albeit slow thoughts. Oh, so slow and gentle.

The Redweed plants now have very basic sapience and long-term memory. Not that they can do much with it. (1)

I giggle as I listen to their slow thoughts. I giggle as I listen to the sounds of the beginning. All beginnings lead to an end, and this one shall be cataclysmic.