The story that the world tells in many different ways.
There’s little bits and pieces that tell the smaller stories - such as the role Shrines play in the local cultures, the stuff going on with the wildlife. The very scars of the world tell massive stories as well; you hear details of the great battle in Necluda, but you can deduce so much by riding through the region in front of the border at Fort Hateno, exploring the ruin that took place on one side of the wall, and then the calm/untouched woodlands on the Hateno side. I remember riding on horse to that region for the first time, it seemed like such a long journey to get there, and then seeing it all first hand... I felt like some kind of archaeologist figuring out what took place here. Then through the memories, got confirmation and clarification.
As an RPG fanatic, I really appreciate such detail.
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