You walk through the valley, admiring the beauty of nature. As you do so, you realize that you're still in your new form, much to your delight. An aura of happiness and hope flows through this valley, and is matched by those same feelings radiating from every body of your body and soul. Reaching the center of the valley, you decide to take a rest, and plant your sword in the ground, sitting next to it. You peacefully drift off to sleep, dreaming of you sword blooming into a flower, with a house sprouting up around it. Your house. Your new house. You see many happy times in this house, eventually growing into a village filled with friends and family. When you wake hours later, you look to the flower planted next to you and can't help but laugh. It's a rare sight to see a flower with your name on it, after all.