[The voices sing their memories in his head, a thousand dreams crashing into nightmares...]

( ...and still he runs on. )

[He's used to this, the ever-familiar feeling of the world fading away and then reforming around him -- it happens every time he enters a new dream. The world solidifies; snow-covered grass crunches beneath his boots.

[Snow...? It's been a while since he's seen that. Not many people dream of winter. He kneels down and scoops up a handful of it, ( Read more... )

[A certain Wind Sorcerer isn't in his windmill, and hasn't been for a while. Rather, Vaati has come to the conclusion that there're too many things that he doesn't understand, so for now, he has retreated into seclusion.

[The Kakariko graveyard is for the most part a lonely place, with only the worn gravestones and the blowing grass. But there are ( Read more... )

[The mountain village is where his princess is. The lake is where she was.

[He'd almost managed to convince himself that it had all been but a very strange dream until then. But now... if she can come here, if she can be here, then... is she really just a dream? Was Koholint ever just a dream at all?

[Despite the many questions, he has no answers ( Read more... )

[in the corner of a tavern in town sat one Hero Without End. Various sheets of paper were strewn around on the table he was sitting at. Some had been filled completely with either Ancient or Modern Hylian, others had music scores drawn over them and still more had a combination of both ( Read more... )