The Final Twilight

One.

Link finds himself surrounded by pure whiteness. There are no objects, no sounds, nothing else that surrounds him; just a blank, misty canvas in all directions. He is instantly reminded of his meetings with Hero's Shade, with what seemed to be the illusion that they were among the clouds. Except now, he was entirely alone.

Is this a dream? he thinks to himself, as he cannot seem to use his voice.

He continues to look around, desperate for an answer. Nothing about this particular scenario makes any sense, but it somehow feels too real to not be. He feels a tingling sensation surge through him, and he looks down to see his own body materializing before him; small pieces of skin forming slowly and growing from the larger whole. Eventually he finds he is able to see his whole body as normal, as perfectly adequate as it always had been.

Another thought pervades his mind in a hazy formation. Why does it feel as though...I do not exist?

He stares into the what he can best describe as fog in front of him. Nothing else has changed; nothing else swirls into his line of sight like he feels like it should.

Where am I?

Suddenly, he feels a presence. When he turns this time, he is perplexed. There seems to be a wall of blackness a few feet from where he stands; it stretches into infinity in all directions beyond the white in which he still stands.

He wishes to be on the precise line where the white and black meet, hoping for some kind of clarification. But as he takes a step forward, he makes no progress. He looks behind him to see if there are any changes. There are none.

But when he looks back to the darkness, she is standing there, in the midst of it.

She wears the same clothes that she wore before; though because of the black backdrop, he is only able to make out the gray, blue, and red details, her blue skin and the intricate glowing designs that graced her body, her vivid orange hair, her signature red eyes.

"Is this a dream?" he thinks to himself again, except this time is able to utilize verbal communication.

The Twilight Princess looks at him a long time before she answers. "Would it matter if it was?"

He takes another step forward, but she takes a step back. He remains in the light, and she continues to exist in the dark. The line between them shifts in sync with them, maintaining an equal distance between the two.

He doesn't know what to say. If this were a dream, then would it really matter what he said? Nothing would be real. Anything that was said would make no difference.

He asks her a question anyways. "Why did you leave?"

"You know why."

"No," he insists, "I don't."

She sighs. "It's what was best for your world. For our worlds."

He considers this statement, but dismisses it. "So you were scared our worlds would collide again. That they would be breached, and more chaos would follow. Is that it?"

She says nothing.

"Because if it is, then it's nothing we couldn't handle. Together. We did it once, we could do it again."

She shakes her head. "Severing the connection between us was the only way to fully protect—"

"You're wrong," he says flatly, interrupting her. They stare at each other for what felt like minutes, but easily could have been hours. Time did not seem to exist in this place.