The intense thoughts converged into a river of stars, falling from an unseen, intangible place, continuously flowing into Queue No.1.
Beneath the earth, a seedling broke through the soil, then rapidly grew, blossoming into a flower.
Inside the flower's heart, a small human form, made of pure light, curled up there.
The little light figure moved slightly, slowly supporting its body to stand up, stepping out from the heart of the yellow flower.
It kept growing, yet still retained that pure light form.
"You achieve your true form by receiving the most sincere prayers of people, thus people think you should be in human form, so you are in human form.
But no one knows what you truly look like, so you remain formless as the Flower God.
For now, this is the best state; the Second True Form is not so easily attained."
