In the stillness of night the darkest movements stir, hidden from sight while eyes are clamped blithely in unsuspecting sleep.
And in the same way does the most heinous evil work, slinking right under the feet of its prey, invisible in the shadows, and as afraid of light as it is the truth of its intentions revealed.
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At dawn Zora's River was perhaps the most beautiful thing in all Hyrule. Luminous sunbeams shot through the hungry current and iridescent scopes danced across its sparkling surface so that its waves were as a rich, rippling jewel, the most precious gem with all the colors in the world mingling among the perpetual tide. As Zorina, ankles submerged, watched the water, her eyes roved to a single leaf that daintily graced its surface and then was swept away by the restlessly flowing river, without a single thought, never to be seen again. And in the same way that the river endlessly moved on, Zor