Link stood at the edge of the Great Plateau and peered into the hazy distance. Just at the edge of sight lay Hyrule Castle, shrouded in some such something or such of some such sort. He could make nothing out besides vague shapes and forms. An ominous sign. Usually the castle was brightly visible and clear. It was not a usual day. This much was clear. He would have to begin the trek soon and cross the distance to the castle. His next goal lay ahead.

A skittering off to his right or left brought him back to the moment. Pebbles skittered here and there and a strange monster skittered out in front of the pebbles. A Graukel, Link identified it casually. None of these creatures were a match for him, but they were opportunities to refine his battle instincts and sharpen the sword of his mind. For only the mind is what matters in such fights. The sword is the tool of the mind, yes, but the mind of the sword is merely a tool for the sword that was brandished within his mind. These teachings were hard-earned from Zorta, his teacher and ally. 

"And thus begins this," Link said, calling out the traditional battle cry. The Grakel had no chance. There was no need to remember the details. No need to write about them, to record them or even to think about them, for did the battle exist? If he could not remember it, then what was the manner of memory? Troublesome thoughts. They dulled the mind and the senses. They clouded the otherwise sharp focus of Link's goals and he did not like that. He had not trained with Zorta for 365 days straight to have these thoughts! He could not concentrate. The Graukel was there. Or was it there? There was no telling. Link pulled out his Sheikah Slate and tuned it to his favorite channel. Nestling up against his favorite tree, he flicked on the screen and settled in for another evening of entertainment.