In the kingdom of water, there is a voice that is farther than the bell of the bell tower.
It is hidden in the ripples of the river, in the shadows under the stone bridge, and in the night, calling me softly: “Traveler…”
I walked into Fontaine, as if entering a painting of low singing.
The sky and water merged together, and even the air was filled with blue silence.
There is no strong wind or thunder here; there is only the breathing of the city,
like a child’s shallow breathing, turning daily life into poetry.
I received four daily tasks.
Four small things, like four lines, pulled me to a real world——
**The first line**: Dive into the cold water and repair a lonely device.
The water temperature is very low, as cold as the window that my mother forgot to close.
I repaired it, and it resumed its heartbeat, like a child waking up.
The water surface rippled gently, as if seeing my smile;
The city is smiling, using the language of another world.
**Second line**: Take a document to the court to deliver the letter.
The pillars of the court are very high, like tree trunks in the sky.
I walked slowly, not in a hurry, because every step was like stepping into a book,
Page after page recorded people’s trust and fairness.
The light shone through the window lattice, illuminating a corner of the envelope,
as if a child, in the distance, whispered: “Thank you.”
**Third line**: Disperse the “phantoms” floating in the alley.
They are shadows at night and loneliness in my heart.
I waved my weapon, and they dispersed, like a nightmare before going to bed.
The alley was lit up again, and the child was holding the cat, and the cat meowed twice,
as if saying: “Tonight, I am safe again.”
**Fourth line**: Help the old man at the dock carry the package.
The package contained fragments of life – letters, clothes, parts, bread.
The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were like gullies in the ground. He said, “Thank you, young man.” That voice was the gentleness of time and the generosity of this city. After completing four small things, the system prompts: Reputation +1. The numbers jump, but what I care more about is the light flashing in those eyes: “You have really been to our place.” Gradually, people no longer nod, but stand up and say “Hi” or “Good night.” Children play with fish by the water, and the fish also flutter out starlight. The world overflows with warmth from the virtual world in these moments. Reputation allows me to exchange for “Folding Light Cone” and “Phantom Recognizer”. Whether it is practical or beautiful, but I know that what is more precious is that it is accepted by the city and becomes a part of it, like a child recognizing himself in a dream. I am no longer just a traveler-I am the shadow under the bridge and the echo on the water. I am the city floating on the water, remembering me softly.
I completed the task, but stayed to guard it.
Fontaine will gently read my name in the water waves.
I will also gently guard it in the shadow of the corner.