To the halls of doom with a black flag raised high

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

Twilight Princess

And then the era fades to black.

It's dead quiet.

...

BWA-BWA

Bringing this old drawing from twt

Because an "emotional blender" is the best way to describe Zelda's feelings when the mirror breaks, amirite?

Gleaming.

Shining, ornate, delicate; of a faint blue rimmed with black, the hint of a color in the light's passage upon them.

The reflection of a beautiful fire briefly transposed onto a thousand shards, burning through their glassy surface, swirling liquid upon them before flickering away, twinkling as they melted in the sunset.

Then their flight ended, their wail died down.

The bright shimmer faded all at once like a torch extinguished.

And yet she noticed only later, only when a rough hand reached out for her with the kindness of a shared pain, only when she was ripped from her horrified stupor (how she held onto that moment in time, that infinite second, with nails piercing through white gloves and blinding arrowheads, in the vain and voiceless desperate plea to not let it pass by upon the fabric of Time, clutching its embroidery to yank the thread away and keep it for herself at the cost of destroying a marvelous piece of work) and only then did she see past the tender sunset eyes of a face grey and blue as the moon, past the tear of a forever farewell unwanted yet needed, to the empty space never to be filled again.

Only the shadows remained: only the flat stain of what once were bodies, as if blown out in the burst of an impossibly violent explosion, a collection of memories as mournful as if inked in blood.

Zelda faltered, reached out her white gloved hand, breathed in the wilderness of a shoulder moving to sustain her. She did not turn away, searching still hopelessly into that yawning bright emptiness; but she murmured in response, and she heard his voice, and she knew he could not gaze away either, though his grief and hers did not match exactly.

It would have no impact on the story, but you could just go and keep them company sometimes and tell them stories and they could tell you stuff about their old lives. Sometimes Mipha talks about how some Zora kids came swimming past Ruta and she made it's trunk spray water to suprise and amuse them. Sometimes Revali let's slip that some of the Rito kids have been leaving flower crowns for him at Medoh's feet. Urbosa tells you about how happy she feels when the music from the Gerudo Town festival travels on the winds and she can dance along and pretend she's still there. Daruk laughs with you about how young Gorons have started trying to prove their strength by visiting Rudania and trying to lift one of her massive feet - and sometimes he commands it to lift a leg to make it a little easier for the underdogs.

You could do tiny side quests by bringing them old items from their homes or to solve little issues for them regarding things happening close by.

Crown Princess Zelda, Era of Twilight.

I got possessed by a 19th century painter to do this. This was a study of ‘Portrait of Miss Rosalind Croker, 1827’ by Sir Thomas Lawrence.

Bringing this old drawing from twt

The time has finally come to share the artwork I made for the Twilight Princess zine: Near Dawn ! It was so fun, I was very inspired to draw these haunting beasts from my younger days…

If you love this game too, the leftover sales of the zine are open ! All proceeds are going to W.O.L.F. Sanctuary :)