Li sat cross-legged in the middle of his shrine, the bed of grass beneath him soft and ever so slightly tinged with morning dew that had yet to melt away under the late afternoon sun. Above him, his heart beat, gently letting out an echo that rejuvenated all life nearby, letting the grasses grow taller and greener, the flowers healthier and more colorful. The rhythm was entirely in sync with the false heart of human flesh in his current body, and hearing it calmed him.
It let him focus on the golden wheat seed nestled in the middle of his open palm. He kept it there, his eyes closed as he focused to such an extent that the little thing's miniscule weight felt heavy on his sensitive skin.
