The senses of the grass spread

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The sense of grass spreads.

The moss left in the bed of the sea,

The roots of a tree that sank a long time ago,

a remnant of an unrotten life.

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"Not yet... It's alive."

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a structure under the sea.

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It's not natural stone.

But it's not artificial either.

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It's made of stone

a trace of stone growing on its own.

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ancient floodgates.

You need a guardian

a path that could have been opened.

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in front of him

The water suddenly flows backwards.

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Shapes are revealed.

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The debris encroached on salt

Get up slowly

The fog stretches like an arm.

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Salt-relic.

a mist clutter.

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Naird steps forward.

Draw a sword.

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Water and ice

It flows along the sword.

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"I'll cut the front."

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The dryer moves in the back.

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Lift the crossbow.

But it doesn't shoot.

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First

Wake up the ground.

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on the bottom of the ocean floor

A stone rises

It's intertwined like a root.

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The movement of shapes slows down.

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then

an ice frost-crushing tan.

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even in the water

a sure-fire chill.

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The salt crystals split

The movement stops.

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The fog is falling apart.

The moment we're about to get back together

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The Sword of Naird

It cuts the flow of water itself.

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The mist clutter

I couldn't maintain my shape

It completely unravels.

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Further down.

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The wreckage of the shipwreck

be embedded like a wall.

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Brace line. Oh my.

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from the inside

The moment the ghost was about to leak out

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A dryer uses sound waves.

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It's not fire or electricity.

resonance.

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The whole structure

Let's make it sound short

Ghosts lose their place.

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then

The floodgates react.

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a decaying spirit

Wiggle from the inside.

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"Here you are."

Naird says.