Link and Midna sat on either side of the blazing bonfire beneath Link's tree house in the Kokiri Wood. Upon returning to the Light Realm of Hyrule, both realized two things: they had no clue what their next step was meant to be, now they'd obtained the song. And, for present, the weight of many days' journeying rested heavily upon their shoulders, and with it, a tremendous tiredness which demanded sleep.

Yet, even as they sipped the last of their water and Link swallowed the last of the berries Link had picked, something stirred on the wind. Something called to both their names. At the first, they both scanned the heavens, half-asleep, as if expected the stars themselves to rain down and speak to them in person. But then, as it called louder, more clearly, Midna gasped, "My goddess!" and she and Link perked up, suddenly awake enough to heed whatever wisdom the voice might grant.

"Yes, my Heroes, it is I once again. And again, I apologize for not yet revealing myself to you. That shall come, in time, as do all good things to those who wait...

"But now, my time is limited. I know your adventures thus far have been pressing and you would seek rest, but please, listen long enough to what I would tell you. The next part of your quest depends upon it, and I do not know if I could return to tell you these things again...

"Din, Nayru, and Farore, the three great Creators and Protectors of Hyrule...they preserved small bits of the ancient, original Hyrule, sealing them in both secret time and space. These parts serve to house and guard the three Spiritual Stones which once granted access to the sacred Realm. The goddesses hoped that, in saving these stones, Hyrule would be granted a final chance in its hour of greatest darkness and need. They hopes too that Hyrule might become what it once was in the beginning...

"Hyrule as it is now is much vaster than it was at the start. The remains of the first Hyrule lie hidden within, in places only the Hero can access. If played in the right places—places each guarded by a sage in this Realm—the individual bits of song that make up Midna's Requiem can also transport you to those ancient glimpses of Hyrule's past. From there, you can collect the stones.

"One lies hidden in the Empress of the Wind.

"One rides the Spirit of the Seas.

"One is buried within the Goddess of the Sands.

"Ganondorf would seek to find and destroy these last strongholds. If Hyrule's past falls, so does its future. You must harness the power of the stones and thus resurrect that entrance into the Sacred Realm.

"This is all I can share with you for now, save this: if you would hope to find the first goddess, travel to that place where your journey began. Truly, it shall become more sacred than either of you can yet imagine...

"One, last thing. As the height of your quest draws nigh, so does my desire to reveal my full identity to you. This I cannot yet, but I do grant you my name: Pami..."

This last, poignant word echoed like a fading zephyr then stilled into an absolute hush.

Link and Midna stared at the heavens a little while longer, as if truly hoping this time to see the face of the one who had so wisely guided them thus far. At least they had a name now: Pami. But Link thought the presence of that name only made him desire a face to attach to it all the more...

Slipping from their reverie, they gazed at each other through the flickering flames, and Midna said, "Well, then, I suppose that answers what we are to do with the next leg of our journey. Back to the Mirror, it is. First though, let us sleep—I feel we will majorly need it and won't get half a wink until this next part is through."

Link nodded, curling on the ground as Midna did so beyond the fire. Link knew they should both be in such incredible awe at the idea of traveling back in time and space to the original Hyrule that sleep was made impossible. But perhaps the idea was immediately too surreal. Or perhaps their exhaustion really did stretch that vastly.

Link's last vision was of the firelight sparkling upon Midna's silver cheeks and lips like a million dancing rubies. He smiled faintly and did not have the strength to blink back the few tears trickling down his cheeks. Her eyes studied him with careful gentility, and though he studied hers, they were unsearchable as ever, their serenity hiding so much more, he knew. Then, as her eyes gently closed, veiling the windows to her soul for another night, he closed his too and allowed sleep to come.