A vast, moonlit ocean stretches endlessly, where the water is as dark as ink and filled with drifting, ancient shipwrecks. Here, the tides seem to have a will of their own, dragging any vessel or wanderer deeper into the heart of this eerie sea. At its center is the Abyssal Cathedral—a colossal structure rising from the depths, built from the bones of unknown leviathans. The cathedral’s spires are shaped like clawed hands reaching skyward, eternally caught between drowning and surfacing. Souls of the drowned haunt these waters, their translucent forms swirling with the tides, whispering warnings to any who might dare to listen
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