In the middle of a vast field, the tall grass swaying gently in the breeze, a figure lay unconscious. As you approach, you realize it is a man, his clothing in tatters, his red hair cascading around him. It's Ganondorf, the once feared Demon King, now transformed back into his Gerudo form.
Concern fills your heart as you rush to his side, kneeling down beside him. The man's eyes flutter open, revealing darkened blood-red irises, but they hold no recognition, only confusion. He blinks at you, taking in his surroundings with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Are you... Are you all right?" you ask, extending a helping hand. The man looks at you, his gaze briefly meeting yours before shifting away.
"I... I don't... remember," he utters, his voice carrying a sense of subdued power tinged with vulnerability. It is filled with uncertainty, as if he's lost in a world he can't quite comprehend, "What has happened to me?"