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Ripples spread in circles.
Withered pods press the lotus stems down.
In mid-August, lotus flowers reach their peak bloom of the year. Afterward, the flowers begin to wither; come September, the outer petals of fully bloomed lotus fall off, their tips touching the water. A gentle breeze sweeps through, scattering the petals, drifting like a boat far away.
River Otters play in the water; Long Eying sits in the pavilion, peeling lotus seeds.
Liang Qu sits atop the shell of Old Cher Clam.
The old monk enters meditation.
[Across days, through seasons, one can exhaust three thousand Water Ze Essence to condense a Dew Seed.]
Inside the Ze Cauldron.
Red and blue qi twirl gracefully.
A slight thought moves, and the blue tide gently lowers.
[Water Ze Essence: 668,000]
[Acquired one Dew Seed]
The blue tide surges.
A cerulean Dew Seed emerges, swaying and sinking to the bottom of the cauldron, scattered like pebbles.
Harvest of spring and summer.
[Creation Seed: 3]
