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You feel a warm ocean breeze caressing your face, winding through your loose, greasy hair.
The sky above you is painted in blanket-soft pastels by the setting sun on the horizon, over a sea dyed a rich crystal violet. The waves are gentle on the shore, and a few gulls cackle overhead in the twilight...
You're on the roof of your home. You're ten years old again, and you've climbed up here because it's your second birthday since your father disappeared while on an expedition into some ruins along the edge of the <span class="mu-s">Gerudo Crater</span>. You are soothed by the beauty of the sea, but the tears still flow, dripping down your chin.
<span class="mu-i">You wish so, so badly he were here. You wish he were here so badly you could cry a second ocean with your tears.</span>
You think of the times he and you would sit here together, and he would show you the constellations, and tell you the great myths and histories of <span class="mu-s">Hyrule</span> until you fell asleep in his arms.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"Zuzo?"</span></span>
You recognize her voice, and glance behind to see that your mother, <span class="mu-s">Impa</span>, is standing just a few feet away. She is capable of such disciplined silence that you can't be sure how long it's been since she joined you up here. When you meet her gaze, she approaches, and sits down next to you.
Her features are sharp, and her complexion is a little darker than yours, but you have her keen eyes, and angular jaw. She is also muscular, with a strong frame and an imposing stature of six feet. But here, now, with you... She is soft as the sky, gentle... Quiet, rather than silent.
<span class="mu-g">"I was wondering where you'd gone, sweet boy... Do you want to be left alone, or can I sit with you here for a time?"</span> She asks.
You heave a sigh, refocusing your gaze on the horizon. But you follow with a short little nod.
She leans on you, and wraps a firm arm around your tiny shoulders, drawing you in close. The two of you sit there in the warm wind, and eventually she strokes the side of your head, teasing your hair with her fingers.
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