[Zelda's soul has been at sleep. Even in the dreamscape, she has rested. Her power has poured into these protections, united with one cut from the cloth of her light and one whose strength sits as a shadow to it. She has rested, and all her thoughts were this.
That one calls out. A consciousness, both ancient and new, reaches out to it. The thought is inquiry. Wake...?]
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That one calls out. A consciousness, both ancient and new, reaches out to it. The thought is inquiry. Wake...?]