Within the home, the first thing the other two gods would see is a painting of the night sky so vivid that the stars would actually sparkle and comets would trail through the canvas occasionally. This simple painting achieved what only Alpha's tool could, a true depiction of the sky as it is.
Each and every wall of the house had at least one painting hung up. Some of the sky, some of creatures, some of the land, even some of Omega. Some seemed to move, those were the most detailed ones, and some seemed to be normal paintings.
Gamma starts to look around closely at each and every one. Her form visibly aging as she sped up time for herself to observe every detail, every stroke of the paint, every difference in texture, and every piece of emotion contained with each piece. In just four earthen minutes, Gamma had learned all she could about Eta through it's art.
"Eta has spent a lot of time on these, yet not much time at all. It's almost a paradox. If a mortal were to make even a single one of these, it would take them a whole lifetime's worth of creativity." Gamma stood before a painting of a barren tree that slowly grew leaves as it was observed. "Is this a trick of the mind trying to finish the piece or are they actually changing as we observe them?"
"It could be both, the art itself has a soul that may change or its your own perceiving how it sees itself." Omega walked around, observing the art once more.
Alpha looked up at the ceiling seeing one different piece of art. It was just a completely black canvas. Seemingly no texture, no difference in brush strokes, almost as if it truly was nothing. The pure black of the canvas almost called to Alpha, reminding him of the first thing he ever saw after being born from the abyss.
As the three gods move about the center room, a crash is heard from a different room. A set of incoherent sounds and what seem to be words are heard by Alpha and Gamma while Omega heard Eta's angered words.
Eta slammed the stone door open, coming through covered in paint. Its left eye closed as a red paint dripped from its head. The incomprehensible melodies continued as it walked up to Omega, slowly wiping the paint from itself.
Alpha and Gamma look to the two others confused as Omega helps Eta get the paint off. Eta's appearance a far cry from its original, it now had adopted the appearance of a young human woman though its eyes still are completely insect like. Gamma, once again, had her form age quickly as she tried to decipher the new language. Her form aged much faster than it had when she observed the art, centuries or even millennia pass by in those brief seconds.
Eta looked to the other two gods that had entered their home. One a being of the night sky more vivid than anything than it had ever seen and the other a strange wooden form that was slowly aging in real time. Even Alpha could tell that the strange mumblings of sounds had grown confused as Eta spoke to Omega.
"These are my elder siblings. Alpha whom controls the space and matter of the universe and Gamma who guides the flow of time. They have come to make good on our agreement on what to do with you." Omega guided Eta to interact with the other two.
Eta studied both of the gods extensively, observing every star cluster, every cloud of dust and black hole that permeated Alpha. It circled Gamma to take in every carving on her wooden body, every hint of metal, and every surface of ivory.
A new song rang out throughout the home, one of unbridled curiosity and unmatched fervor. Eta produced a tablet from the stone beneath their feet coupled with paints floating into the room, Eta started to paint Alpha and Gamma.
Omega then leaned in, "We should discuss what to do now. Eta will be in this trance for a few rotations." They walked into the kitchen beckoning their two siblings.