Where are we? Where are we? She thought as she started down at the black void under the island, again.

"The wind fish woke up, he woke up, and now we are one of his disappearing dreams." Tarin sighed.

"We always were in his dreams, Tarin. We never existed, in the first place." Marin said, abruptly, and left for home.

But I will change that, for everyone on this island, and me. It isn't fair, it never was. Link should've stayed, the island could've been real.

Link's forehead is beaded with drops of perspiration. Yet he cannot stop. The Triforce is pulling him towards that place again. He will be sent on another quest, again. This life is wearing him down. It's been so long, and truly, he wished…

I cannot think of these things. I have sworn to serve the Triforce. It is forbidden to love anyone.

Falling… dropping… blending… Head hurts, why do I always have to fall? He thought grudgingly as he forced himself of open his eyes. A familiar face is becoming clear to him.

Marin!

"Link? Is that you? Please, can you hear me?" Her voice floats in his mind, yet not quite sink in.

"Marin? What happened? The island?"

"Hush, it seems like you've fallen yet again. Now sleep and we'll talk later when you feel clearer."

Her voice fades.