Soft sounds fill the air as the strings of a harp are plucked ever so gently. Blue eyes flit across the vast forestry area, enjoying the serene beauty of it all. A couple butterflies flew on by, attracted by the sound that emerged from his harp. Despite an overwhelming need to save Zelda, he can’t help but bask in the joys of little things. This fate he’s assigned to only leaves him to feel lonely. Why must things be this way? Deeply in love with what seems to be so out of reach.