A real plant.

[Link crouches down and gently brushes his fingertips over the grass. It's the first true sign of hope he's seen in far too long.]

...Life is coming back. Maybe you're right about the world's light being trapped in that...thing.

[Well, life is coming back to the world at least... The people they'd lost are still gone.

Suddenly just the effort of crouching becomes too much and he falls backwards into a sprawl.]

I mean...it is over, right? That thing is dead?

[After all of this time it's almost hard to believe.]