Lucid hues of violet and amber dance their way down the horizon as the sun sets over the savanna; even as the night draws in, the sky still shines with the ineffable luster of life. The great river that runs through the narrow valley of these grasslands mirrors the meadow, the stars, and the endless, grand expanse of Adansonias, on its surface: painting the picture of a world finally, again, in harmony.

You are Princess Zelda of Hyrule, and you are living in an age of mending, following unfathomable Calamity. For a century, you had been imprisoned within the Sanctum of Hyrule Castle—and, alone, you held Ganon's unbridled, insurmountable evil at bay, after his forces had overwhelmed the other Champions. Unwilling to give in to his Malice, you withstood Ganon for decades—which drew into millennia of their own, inside your beleaguered mind—all so that the mortally-wounded hero, Link, may recover as he needed to, within the Shrine of Resurrection. When he finally awoke from his stasis, and entered a forlorn Hyrule, your immaterial presence guided him on his quest to reclaim his vitality, his capability, and even his memory. But it was not long before he was ready, again, to face Ganon; he stormed the castle, and sealed away his darkness—freeing you, at last, from your duty. When you had finally met with him, once more—seen his face, after so long—you had almost wept... Yet, you threw your arms around him, instead. Everything, at once, felt right. Since that moment, you have begun traveling together; hoping to rebuild and reconnect the world that was lost 100 years ago... Presently, you are camping in the Taobab Grasslands; the place to which you owe this serene moment.

Most astoundingly, however, an unusual circumstance arose, 1 week prior to now. Link returned from an adventure out of camp suddenly, and inexplicably... made female. Link's ever-aloof, and customarily nonverbal, constitution has not lent... her... much to clarifying things, either. You have little clue of what occurred—or even what she thinks of it; though, it seems she isn't... too distressed, by what has happened? It has not impeded her usual routines, at least... The affair, nonetheless, has left you feeling almost confounded, a strange sense of moratorium settling in your mind. You feel unsure of how to regard or handle the issue, when you speak with her...

Yet, you are snapped from this reverie as you hear a girlish grunt, and thud, from behind you. Link has returned from an evening out hunting, bearing the prize of a large boar.

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