AUTHOR BABBLE; This is a drabble I wrote early last year, and I opened it again and really liked it. Thinking I might make a full story out of it! I think if I do make this a full story, it'll be told from only Zelda's POV. I thought about trying to do Link's POV, too, but I want to see if I can make this a fic about the unseen events on Zelda's side of things. Sure, we got her tidbit at the credits, but we never got the full story...

This is my first writing thing I've ever posted here. Still really new to fanfiction...still learning the kinks and the gears of the site. I've read a few stories but don't know my way around here yet.

I hope this is satisfactory? SS is my favorite game and I know everything there is to know about it, so if this gets good feedback, I'll share it on my tumblr. I have over 5k followers there, and I've never posted any of my fandom writings there either- so I guess this is a test run. I wanna see if I'm good enough for sharing it there. I have great followers.

Hope this is interesting enough, heh~

If I close my eyes, I can remember.

I can remember the color of the trees, and how they dotted the world like a winding maze. How the birds- so unlike the ones I am used to- took flight in flocks and sang songs to one another. Their voices would carry across the treetops, like a language only they knew. It was beautiful.

I can remember the small creatures that accompanied the small birds; how they scuttered across the ground and into the bushes to dig holes, or make nests. I've only seen them in picture books, so I can't help but doubt- but I can see them, if I shut my eyes. If I remember the things I see when I sleep at night.

I remember the riverbeds- they wound through the land like jagged lines, and they gave everything there life. The small creeks could lead to full lakes that went down, down, down- into the earth, where it hid all sorts of strange and colorful creatures you don't see in the light. It was a whole entire world within the world itself- but it was a mystery, unlike the green hills above the waters. And though the green hills and the sharp mountains were dream-like, I understood them. It made perfect sense, when my eyes were closed- so much unlike the strange curiosity I encountered when I remembered these things in the waking world.

I can never recall all of it perfectly; dreams are fuzzy and I can only remember them with a blind haze. It all seemed so real, though- the world was big, it never ended, it was alive. There were no limits, no boundaries. It stretched on and on as far as the eye could see- as far as I ever wanted to go. More than I could ever hope to travel in the clouds.

I want to know that world, but I always wake up.

And the wonder is beginning to take over.