Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.
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what was once a grand cathedral was nothing more than ruin - its walls having crumbled decades ago. nature wasted no time in reclaiming land that one belonged to is, with vines wrapping around and enveloping collapsed stones, eroding them away until they were nothing more than a memory. it was strange for her to step foot in this place once more; a place that, in her mind, was still seen in its former glory.
she remembered each and every visit she paid to its hallowed grounds - every prayer whispered to hylia’s statue growing more and more desperate. help me, she had pleaded to deaf ears, hoping one day her prayers would be answered.
they never were. feet carry her softly across the grass that once had cobble in its place - an uncanny feeling settling over her at how familiar yet different everything was. would she ever get over this feeling? zelda is only pulled from her thoughts when she stands before the statue of hylia, its features worn and weathered.
hyrule was safe. she could finally rest.
but why was it so hard to let go of the past?
footsteps approaching behind her do not go unnoticed, though the princess makes no move to turn around. ❝ how is it possible that everything is familiar, yet so different? ❞