♫ Lack of a Lullaby
[He couldn't find her anywhere. When even a Sheikah couldn't find someone, it was an ill sign indeed.]
[The Sheikah is sitting by the shore of Lake Hylia this late evening, one of his outstretched feet touching the gentle waves that would move back and forth against the sand. His treasured harp is held in one arm, but no music plays - not yet.]
[He tries not to worry, tries not to be saddened. He tells himself the princess returned to her rightful time - her rightful kingdom. She was back with her people, her loved ones. She--]
[He tries with all his might, but it doesn't work.]
[Zelda's Lullaby travels across the lake's surface, soft and slow. Maybe, by some grace of Nayru, the princess will be able to hear his music, wherever she is, and sleep well for at least one night.]
['Be safe, Zelda.']
[The Sheikah is sitting by the shore of Lake Hylia this late evening, one of his outstretched feet touching the gentle waves that would move back and forth against the sand. His treasured harp is held in one arm, but no music plays - not yet.]
[He tries not to worry, tries not to be saddened. He tells himself the princess returned to her rightful time - her rightful kingdom. She was back with her people, her loved ones. She--]
[He tries with all his might, but it doesn't work.]
[Zelda's Lullaby travels across the lake's surface, soft and slow. Maybe, by some grace of Nayru, the princess will be able to hear his music, wherever she is, and sleep well for at least one night.]
['Be safe, Zelda.']