Aion son of Cronos the god of time Aion wandered creation as it unfolded. He watched stars ignite, worlds cool, life struggle into being. And he began to feel something Chronos never had: Compassion. He saw civilizations collapse because they were born too early. He saw love stories end by a single heartbeat. He saw extinction written into probability. So he intervened. A second extended here. A disaster delayed there. A war postponed long enough for peace to take root. Tiny changes. But Time noticed. Chronos manifested before his son not as a being, but as an endless spiral of golden light stretching through eternity. He did not rage. He simply spoke: “Time must not favor.” Aion answered: “Then why give me the power to choose?”
P.S. his eyes are clocks
