He is there to save, yet, he does not want to. The faces watch him. He is there to liberate, yet, he does not want to. The faces smile at him. He is there to revenge, yet, he does not want to. The faces laugh at him.
What purpose is there? Why save the mushrooms, now Goombas? Why save this valley, which has seen it's own end? Why kill the turtle, the vision of the painting divine?
Cruel destiny, the plumber has risen. Yet, he doth not fight. Was the journey for naught? Was the sacrifice for naught? Was the turtle of the mushrooms eaten for naught?
Cruel destiny, the plumber sits down. His head faces the earth. His thoughts are with his homeworld. His mind is not set for glory. His visions deceive him.
Cruel destiny, the plumber lies down. His eyes close. A tear runs down his cheek. His only thought: "Where am I?" and then... "Why hast thou forsaken me?"
"Why hast thou forsaken me?"
"Why hast thou forsaken me?"
"Why hast thou forsaken us?"
Crushing his mind as Thor's mighty thunder would, a cry of desperation disturbs his agony. His face it rises. His mind it rises. His eyes, they open.
A vision that doth not deceive. A princess, of beauty unrivalled. A fruit, yet also a chair and a frog. The trinity of symbols form a girl. The vision of the girl. The trinity of the vision.
The plumber, he rises.
Cruel destiny, indeed – the plumber strengthens his body for revenge.
Cruel destiny, indeed – the plumber strengthens his mind for liberation.
Cruel destiny, indeed – the plumber strengthens his spirit for salvation.
The plumber has risen. The goal: A castle of terror, born from a golden shower of dreamlike droplets in silence. The blocks will guide him. Golden circles of value will give him live. The time, it is against him. Yet, he conquers even time. The last of the mushrooms will give their bodies for the greater good. Sacrifices, yes. But freedom is worth more than your life.
The plumber knows.
He knows of death – why? He doth not know.
He knows of sacrifice – why? He doth not know.
He knows of the princess – why? He doth not know.
An angelic Chorus approaches, a melody that feels like home. A melody that feels like legend. A melody that feels as epic as it can be. The sound engulfs the valley, and echoes in a monotone beat throughout the caves underneath it, where only the pipes can reach.
His mind is set. His goal is clear.
The princess to get, he knows no fear.