I got a question satori, what was it like becoming a spirit? From what I know you turned into one, was it a weird experience?
Zelda deflected the explanation again, did she? Very well.
Picture, if you will, a garden atop a mountain. No one tends it, and so it withers—yet there is beauty in it still. You are the only repeat visitor to this garden. None of your peers see any beauty that has not already faded, and the garden itself is actually quite unwelcoming. You have free time and a vague urge to see it flourish, however, so you begin to take care of it.
The garden, of course, is not barren. There is a tiny sprout which might become a lovely tree one day, the occasional carrot or radish, and the odd brave squirrels who forage among the grasses. For some time, this is all you find as you tend the garden.
And then a blue rabbit appears.
You cannot help your shock. Rabbits are spiritual creatures—associated with a Hero of long past—but they rarely look like the legend, and yet there is one with antennae and six eyes stealing your sandal. You do not get the sandal back. You do, however, become part of the scenery to the Blupees, and they treat you as such.
Harmony returns to the garden. For decades of your life, it flourishes. The bushes grow and Blupees rustle about in them; birds return to leafy trees and foxes hunt mice in the undergrowth. You even hear the faint laughter of Koroks playing tricks in the distance (though you rarely see them).
Gradually, you leave the mountain less and less. There is food, companionship, shelter even, so why bother? Your family is long since gone—you have outlived them. Your friends are nonexistent—you are only the long-standing caretaker of the garden, known in passing but never personally. The garden is your bedroom. The mountain is your home.
The garden, you realize, is the last thing left in the world which you love. The tree grew with you. The mountain itself grew around you. The Blupees have long since left blessing after blessing on your soul, to the point where fairies land on you and Koroks become visible.
You love the garden, and the garden loves you.
You have protected the garden.
The garden protects you.
And when your body finally stops moving, your soul refuses to do the same. You will never abandon your home.
In short, becoming a spirit is an act of love. It is the manifestation of an urge to protect so strong that you transcend the bonds of mortality entirely. It is the complete willingness to sacrifice yourself for a concept or entity which cannot defend itself. It is being perfectly in tune with yourself and what you protect.
(Physically, it largely just feels tingly).
