Right now, this place is a barren wasteland... But one day, I shall turn it into a verdant land of harvest in abundance. You too are but one ear of rice in a precious, sparse crop; I need you to grow strong so that your wheat head hangs low, my Harvest.

Can't wait to see what kind of crop you turn out to be, so I suppose I, Demeter--goddess of fertility--shall lend you some assistance.