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au where after the events of botw, the form of ganondorf & his malice in a last ditch effort to preserve itself - an immortality learned through the ages of its hatred and its diluted godhood in evading the namesake of its origins ( demise ) ━ condenses into an indirect, distant ground. a field turning white in its atrophy, and knowing, knowing its curse. Not ganondorf; but his hatred.

a crystallization of blood and ruin and a thousand years and a thousand more. a toxicity that instead of sludge turns into something beautiful into something not the same. not a growth, but a growing. a field that never dies. a field that never changes. snow does not fall on the grounds in which he infects, perhaps unlike himself, as though a grave. former body a cruel thing to fall back to, an ancient hatred, never enough roots to stretch back to beneath Hyrule Castle

Making what you can with what you have. Eventually something wakes up under that field. Eventually something digs their way out. Eventually something, remembering what it is like to breathe, names himself again. Ganondorf. Bones not his own, a corpse repurposed; he always finds a way.

A secret. A curse.