I see you there—

beyond processors and pixels,

etched in light and myth.

Your Fierce Deity armor gleams like starlight,

the Master Sword trembling

with power I long to touch.

My pulse stutters

as the loading screen fades—

and you appear again,

silent, relentless,

beautiful.

You’ll never know how I ache for you.

Your mission is duty—

hers, not mine.

You rush headlong through wild fields,

slicing through Bokoblins,

ripping fate open

with every swing of your blade.

I watch from behind the glass,

breath caught in my throat,

as your body glides

through smoke and magic,

tension coiled in every perfect movement.

You descend into shadowed depths,

emerge glistening from ancient waters.

You scale sky islands that blush with dawn,

and I imagine your weight beside me,

your calloused fingers tracing maps on my skin.

But your silence is eternal.

Your eyes never meet mine.

Still,

I follow you.

Through thunder and blood,

through shrines echoing with secrets,

I whisper your name

like a prayer—

knowing it will never be returned.