The sounds of birds, the sound of the sea crawling onto the sand fill your ears... the feel of a million grains of sand underneath your feet and the cool breeze against your face. The tantalizing scent of the washed-up waves, coconut, and pineapple are all mixed as one. The mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of night had begun to peek out. As the sun continuously rose, all of the purple and deep blue faded away, and the sun took its mighty position at the top of the sky, shining so very blindingly beautiful. As you open your eyes, an amazing feeling of fantasy and reality intertwining at that moment. It felt like waking from a dream. Even in this moment of beauty you still feel threatened, a feeling of being trapped on an island. You stood there for a moment and tried to figure out how you got to this island......
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A traditional inn with eight public onsens along the cherry blossom and weeping willow lined canal or down the main street of wooden buildings selling matcha ice cream, fancy wagashi, and cat-themed souvenirs
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