"Now, it's the time where you will scratch an epithet into yourself," Owen said with her usual smile. "As said in the memory you inherited, your name will appear as you vow and hope for the future. In one way or another, if you think that something sounds good when ringed on your ears, feel free to put that too.
"Your name is a reflection of your soul, and what you claim to be, what you portray yourself, and what you're most comfortable with the most."
Without much moment of doubt, the usalians began scribbling their name into the ethereal paper, letting the prismic ink flutter its sparkling trail as their names were inscribed into the hall of memories. Or a conceptual list that was stored inside Owen's memory, to be exact, which then sent to Nagan through the soul link, and then distributed to the first generation of usalians that were preparing to welcome their little siblings on the homeworld.
