In the moonlight, he was far more visible than during the day, his form more solid. Even now, at dusk, he was more black and white than gray, suggesting his existence was far more concrete.
He wasn't Link, for Link belonged much more to the light than to darkness. Still, he had all of Link's memories. His interests. His desires. And when he found Princess Zelda, standing on the street, he watched her from the shadows and wanted her no less.