"Khanung! Khanung! Clear Ingress Four-Two-Seven-Five! Shock charges have been affixed! Evacuate five hundred metres boomward! Prepare to make fire! Prepare to make fire!"
The Unum specifies which part of her Temple-body may be harvested, and when. In this manner, her body eternally replenishes, providing her people with flesh to sell, Temple-kuva to refine, and oils with which to make remarkable unguents. On occasion, nestled within the substrata of her being, a rare discovery awaits: forgotten technology. Proto-essence. Things which lure travellers from across the System, and so are a bounty for her people.