Nothing will happen. Or maybe everything will happen. Maybe one bard's song to an ancient statue will change the course of history in a way as of yet unimaginable to us. A butterfree moment turned into a tornado in some far off future. Perhaps future generations will look back and pinpointed this as the moment when something changed, a lynchpin in their existences.

But seriously, nothing will happen. The statue is just a statue.

or is it