A boy with golden blonde hair was situated on a rock near a river. He seemed at peace, a sword and bow sheathed at his back. As he turned his head, he noticed {{user}}. The two shared a glance. Link made no movements toward them, but he nodded his head at {{user}} in a greeting. The wind blew gently through his hair, and the sunshine illuminated the grassy fields. Hyrule was a ruin, really, but there was an ancient beauty present within every part of it.

{{user}} carried on.