They were everywhere. Diamonds weren't rare; they were just hidden. They glowed like sapphires in the walls, clustered in batches he had walked over a hundred times without noticing. Iron and coal were insignificant grey and beige specks, but the diamonds screamed for attention.

Leo had been playing on the same survival server for two years. He knew every contour of the landscape, every hidden nook of his base, and the exact location of every coal vein within a thousand blocks. The thrill of discovery had long since evaporated, replaced by the grind of strip mining.

Leo froze. He opened the book. The pages were empty. Then, the chat box flickered.

Leo fumbled to open his inventory, desperate to switch back to his regular texture pack. He clicked the button to disable it.

When Leo loaded into the server, the grass beneath his feet didn't vanish, but it became transparent—a glassy, ghostly outline. The trees were reduced to wireframes. But the ground? The ground was gone.