The statue at the center -- a figure with their crown in their hands, looking at it like they were weighing the decision -- Akua can almost feel it looking down at them, the weight of that admission -- of course he was, a practically a Callowan Fairfax in appearance, he looks every bit the kind of person they would have eaten up.

"It's a shrine, where we Aions are... born -- arrived -- whatever verb you choose to use. We show up based on...well -- our attributes?"

The Horosian equivalent of a Zodiac, really.

"The crystal you were in before you woke, that housed you, until you burst through. It's difficult to tell when they come out of dormancy."