You wait there expectantly, holding your breath. The room looks perfectly normal, exactly as though the Triforce had never been there. Maybe you... dreamt it?
There certainly wasn't any sign of you being whisked off to Hyrule, which was a relief.
You finally let out a long breath and made to leave. A flash of red in the mirror caught your eye.
Your hair was red! Were you turning into a Gerudo?! The hair was thick and coarse. Gradually, your hairline started to creep down your forehead and the back of your neck. Very soon the red hair was covering your shoulders and working it's way over the bridge of your nose.
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