Day 18 (Alt) - Photograph

A photograph stays forever, kept digitally indelible within a miniature Guardian's Sheikah-Slate-like memory. A photograph is always smiling, always standing, never takes ill.

The only trouble is, Zelda has no reason to believe that she'll need a photograph to remind her of Impa, of their shared youth, and laughter, and breathless curiosity. They're the same age, and if the Calamity comes, then that's that. They'll both be swept up in it, and likely away.

The bitter tinge of sepia stain is an invention she wishes for without knowing that she does it.

Why ever must it still seem so real?