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.

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

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?