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The sword stuck in the pedestal glows with a holy light, carrying the smell of cherry blossoms with every swing.

Several pieces of driftwood have been gathered to form a village that floats on the waves.

Ancient libraries lay buried, forgotten by time. Magic books are abundant.

Massive stones channel the moon's power. But is it a blessing, or a curse?

Remnants of an advanced prismarine civilization are scattered throughout the ocean.