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Summary: LOZ AU; Cyrus had known the desert would be hot, but somehow he'd miscalculated just how hot it would be.

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"Here, eat." The man (he said his name was Guzma?), forced a bowl of...whatever he was cooking into Cyrus' hands.

Cyrus had known the desert would be hot, but somehow he'd miscalculated just how hot it would be. He'd dressed himself for a warmer climate, yet this was far worse than anything he could've expected. It left little question that he found himself overexerted and losing consciousness not far into his journey into the depths of the Gerudo Desert.

Tentatively, Cyrus took a sniff of the...food? Only his years of Sheikah training prevented him from recoiling. "What is this?"

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Okay, yes, the new world idea was a very ambitious and bold claim for me to make.

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steals your blankets

"Heard you want some candies kid?"

"Squeak!"

Could you be any sketchier?

[Mindscape]

Darkness.

An eerie unnatural calmness. 

For as long as the eyes could see. There was nothing. 

Cyrus' soul could bring about the subject of terrible endless nightmares to anyone who dared to enter. 

But if someone brave enough was to face the darkness, that person could sense something hiding in it. Something much much more menacing lingering below, hidden deep within the cold impenetrable infinite.

Something immensely powerful, boiling. Something which sent imperceptible waves of energy, giving life to this otherwise dead world. A low powerful tremor, like the beating heart of the universe.

It originated from the core of everything. A power able to change the universe itself. 

A power which, at its core, also originated life. Hope. A light in this infinite darkness. The light of a black hole, of a dead sun.

After the ceremony, that light seemed to shine slightly brighter. The waves of energy seemed… Slightly warmer.

Perhaps there was hope to this soul. 

Perhaps there was still a chance for the universe to explode in bright colors of all kinds once more.

Cosmic scapes are manifestations of people who tend to brood on the nature of it all. Too much, is often what she finds. There's a sweetness to this one.

A small hope. Maybe it's a little wishing star among the sadness.

She watches the strange and brilliant colors this mind produces, and can't help but think it a strange narrative for someone so jaded.

This man could be the doom of the world. Maybe this is his second life. Maybe he would find some hook to reel him back into reality with the rest of the universe.

She hopes so.

You should go to Paldea.

Is my muse well written?

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Thank you!

To be honest, when I was still in the contemplating phase of "should I make a blog or shouldn't I?", I was a little uncertain about how he'd be received. Stuff like, "will people think I'm woobiefying him?" and the fact that his main/popular ships are with people I can't really see my Cyrus dating, for one reason or another.