You raise your own ocarina. The clay feels colder than before. Heavier.
For a single frame, the Lost Woods stop twisting. The corridors between the pines become straight. You see Saria, not as she is (sitting on a log, humming), but as she was —a spirit woven from the roots, a sister to the wind. She smiles, and the smile is the game’s first secret: You were never meant to leave this forest. But you were also never meant to stay. rom ocarina of time
Four notes. Descending. A question with no answer. You raise your own ocarina