The first thing you notice is the wind.

It cuts across the tall grass, bending reeds and wheat in long, sweeping arcs, humming low across a hill that seems to rise out of nowhere. The sun is just beginning to set, painting the skies above Hyrule in bands of burnt gold and violet haze. For a moment, it’s quiet—just the breeze, your breath, and the odd distant chirp of a sparrowhawk.

You don’t know how you got here.

Not really.

One moment—a crash, a tear, a dream, a void—and the next, you were waking on a bed of moss beneath an old twisted tree. Your belongings, if you had any, are still with you, though your memories might feel… misaligned. Time feels loose here.

A carved stone tablet half-buried beside the roots offers the first clue:

“To those who wander between worlds, know this: You stand in the Outer Rim of the Lanayru Range, near the village of Hateno. Hyrule welcomes those chosen by the Shatterpass.”

You’re not alone, not anymore.

From a worn trail below, the scent of cooked vegetables and woodsmoke drifts up—civilization. Maybe a farmstead or a village nearby. Whatever brought you here, it’s tied to this land. And though you might not yet know your place in it, you feel it in your bones:

Something is coming.

Something terrible.