The light was blinding, the heat unbearable as it wrapped itself around your raised arms, entire body crippled by the sound of wind and the scent of burning flesh. Pain sears through you.

The moon has fallen.

No one has been saved.

You were a hero, and the hero is dead.

You open your eyes and are surrounded in nothing; a blackness so thick it presses in on your still burning muscles and blots out the after image of flames that should be haunting your eyes.

"The Hero of Time."

The Princess stands in front of you, sword resting at her feet, a tear hanging from the corner of a very sad smile.

You see yourself taking a step toward her, reaching out your hand. But there is nothing beneath your feet, no weight to your limbs. No matter how quickly you move, you never draw near.

"You have failed again, young hero." Another tear rolls down her cheek, but her smile remains.

You don't understand. Again?
"Remember."