Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond.
Brown eyes looked at the globes of light floating in the Arc of Births. The little globes resemble eggs made of lights, pulsing slowing, some more brightly than the others. For in each of them lies a baby angel, born in heaven to serve and oversee the earths. Some may be greater, with bigger destinies; others may be ordinary but still powerful creatures.
Seiichi tended to the globes, humming a soft tune to himself. It is about time for the newborns to arise and he has a feeling that something great may come from this time's Birthing.