... It concerns me, though. That this place is so... unreal. There is hope in one floor, though. We may be able to grow food there, at least, however...

[ Link finally settles for sitting down where they are. ]

I am learning that very few people understand the forest like we might. Or... anything living. When I ask if their woods have music, I am stared at blankly, as though the question is unfathomable.

[ It's just... sad. ]

I am glad... there is another here who finally understands. I am sorry we did not get to meet.