You raise your own ocarina. The clay feels colder than before. Heavier.
The air changes first. It thickens, sweetens, and hums with spores of ancient light. You step off the worn path near the Kokiri Village—the one you know you just walked—and the sun filters down in vertical shafts, green as moss. The fairy, Navi, pulses a soft, hesitant blue. rom ocarina of time
End Log.