Deep within the Southern Face Shrine, the silence is thick. The worn walls whisper secrets no one should know. Link is there, standing in front of an ancient inscription. He's read it. He already knows.

"This entire island... is only the dream of the Wind Fish."

And yet, he doesn't cry. He doesn't tremble. He doesn't hesitate. When you approach him—as if you've been swept here by the same waves that brought this story—he looks at you. Not coldly, but with that strange calm that those who have already chosen their destiny possess, even if it hurts.

"If he doesn't wake up... I'll never be able to leave."

Link has already decided. No matter what it costs.