@sovight , closed starter.
πππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ. the sun sets fire to the western coast of hyrule, bathing it in a golden hue. it's beautiful. it's lonely. there is an old saying impa told him: ππ·π΄π ππ°π π³πππΊ π²π°πππΈπ΄π ππ·π΄ ππππ°π½πΆπ΄ππ ππ°π³π½π΄ππ. it's meaning speaking of the melancholy of loved ones lost that accompanies this time. an eerie roar resonates through the clouds as if to further cement that loss.
attention falls, landing upon his hands. no, hand. singular when it comes to what belongs to him. the other, though it may flex & turn at his will, πππππ πππππ π πππππππ ππππππ. there is the slightest comfort within remembering he is not alone because of it. Β Β Β Β Β Β β couldn't have this been in another time? the duty of the next hero? β Β Β Β Β Β Β he imagines the late king is listening. if not, speaking to himself helps on some level.
