( cut because this is a bit creepy and twisted )

[He can see.]

[He cannot see clearly, granted. All he can make out are blurry blotches of color spattered around the landscape, but the point is, he can see. The shapes waver and wobble as though they are not really there, but they exist all the same. Green and yellow blotches for grass, an all encompassing blob of blue to stand for the sky ( Read more... )

[The skies are dark and overcast, and chilled snow drops quickly from the clouds above, down onto the Kakariko Graveyard. It's fitting, perhaps, for a place of the dead. Living souls, however, are not too terribly fitting for a place of the dead.]

[A man walks slowly, carefully, across the graveyard, snow crunching loudly beneath his worn, ( Read more... )