She hailed from Planet Zora, a place I was sure existed. Her ride was a gleaming Comet Cruiser, swifter than a shooting star. Planet Zora boasts violet skies, its forests are vibrant orange. Immortality reigns there, yet heads are a mere illusion. Rumors whisper she's from Jupiter, or perhaps from one of the distant galaxies that glow in the early dawn. But they are mistaken.