@ashadowbetweenworlds

The Repairman sighed, thankful it was the middle of the night and there were no villagers around to raise a fuss about him, or Links around to accidentally injure. He could actually get to work this time around, maybe appreciate the place a little more.

The small inkblot came over to the nearest part of the Wall and pulled out several sheets of newspaper and a bowl of water. He began putting wet shreds of the paper over the crack in the Wall, when…something…felt off.

He looked around, but saw no one. Despite his better judgement, he shrugged and turned back around. At this rate, he might be able to paint this patch of the Wall if he really wanted to.