It began without warning.
At first, it was only a tremor—subtle, almost forgotten by the land itself. The kind that passes unnoticed beneath footsteps and fades before it can be named.
But it did not fade.
The ground shifted again, this time deeper. Slower. As though something long buried had begun to turn beneath the surface. Along the coast, the sea withdrew just enough to reveal what should not have been seen.
The elders spoke of old things then—of a time before memory, when the land itself moved with purpose, and the waters whispered to those who would listen.
Most dismissed it.
Yet the signs remain.
The land is rising.
And something ancient has begun to awaken.
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