Godhood XIV [Syrup Edition]

I whirl up to Oiren, empty sleeves flowing alongside me in a gale of wool. I inspect the chalk runes even as I forget their meaning. It's probably not important.

I turn to him, then turn away, then turn to him again, before finally spinning to a stop, gills waving in the white sea of the divine mists. The fog tastes like raspberry.

You write! Oh, I am glad that I am not the only one who writes. I do write too, you see, for words on canvas are just as ingrained in our memory as those in air, maybe even more so!
Oh, we should make a beautiful realm! A realm of calm whiteness and... What's the stuff called? Candyfloss! I love candyfloss! At its hub, a great wall of clay will stand, and on the clay shall be a history of all things, you see? When a little one dies, we shall ask of it to write down... well, everything! Everything it did! We shall keep a record of everything that ever happened!
Oh how lovely would it be to write down everything that happens here in this place, that when all's done, we can reminisce! We can smile and think back on the times when it wasn't done and recapture these happy days!

I shake my head, trying to remember what point I was making! Oh, how silly I can be. I probably thought it wasn't important and forgot it! But then, it comes back to me with all the good nature of an axolotl to its nest, holding in its cheek-pouches food for the newborns therein. Gone for a while, but for good reason. Probably.

Invention cannot exist without knowledge, my dear. After all, you are that which represents gaining knowledge, after all, and I am keeping it! Will you help me, Mr.... What was your name again? Onion?