Before the continents tore themselves apart in grief, before the waters rose to swallow entire civilizations, there was Lemuria. An empire without conquest, a realm without kings, an oceanic haven woven of coral, crystal, and symbiosis. Its cities floated, not on water, but on frequency. Its people spoke not to command, but to attune.
Among them lived the Tidekeeper
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