The end game has been reached. And it comes in the form of a green plain that rolls out infinitely under a clear blue sky, covered in the soft rush of wind, or perhaps in the constant hum of a waterfall. Butterflies flutter in the gentle blur of a drunken camera, as children wearing the masks of the boss monsters you have vanquished in your travels frolic about nearby. Majora sits alone, huddled underneath the shade of the solitary tree at the centre of the end of the world.
“Will you play… with me?”