Oxnus slept as his siblings awoke one by one, he could feel the minds of the others but was not conscious him self. He could feel the sands of time move along through him as the first few events where recorded in his mind, and he woke up as his siblings beiging to create new life. The form he took was an embodiment of time and the mind itself. 

He watched in wonder as Sol, Eshe, and Manus began to mold and smash certain  lights and creations together and made even more fascinating things, things that Oxnus could not but a name too, and that bothered him to no end. [color=fff200]"What do you call it? Or is it not finished yet? What are you trying to make?"[/color] He asked questions after question like a curious child.