In a blue world, there is a water city called Fontaine.
The city lies quietly on the water, like a floating lotus.
The wind gently sweeps across the water, bringing a touch of coolness, and also brings the little secrets of life.
You come with a curious heart.
There are tasks here, four small things.
They are not big, but they hide the warmth and stories of the city.
The first thing is to jump into the water and repair those invisible machines.
The water is cold, icy cold, just like the feeling of catching fish in the river in winter when I was a child.
You reach out and touch the silent gears,
They turn gently in the water, like a hidden dream, slowly waking up.
The second thing is to go to the court to deliver a document.
The court of this city is like an old tree full of stories.
You hold a letter in your hand, cross the stone bridge, walk through the sun-dappled alleys,
The shadows on the road sway gently, like the singing of time.
Sending out documents also sends out trust and responsibility.
The third thing is to dispel those invisible phantoms.
They are like the fog in the night, entangled in the streets and moods.
You draw your sword and gently cut through the darkness,
The phantoms dissipate like smoke, taking away the sorrow and loneliness.
The street lights are on, the laughter of children floats from afar,
Everything becomes warm again.

The fourth thing is to help the old man at the dock move things.
The old man’s hands are full of traces of years, like a thick book.
You take the package and feel a heavy tenderness,
That is the weight of life and the pulse of the city.
The old man smiled, with light in his eyes,
You know, this simple action is the most sincere connection between people.

After completing the task, your name is whispered by the city,
The pedestrians on the corner of the street begin to smile at you,
You are no longer a passerby, but

In a blue world, there is a water city called Fontaine.
The city lies quietly on the water, like a floating lotus.
The wind gently swept across the water, bringing a slight chill and the little secrets of life.

You came with a curious heart.
There are tasks here, four small things.
They are not big, but they hide the warmth and stories of the city.

The first thing is to jump into the water to repair those invisible machines.
The water is cold, icy cold, just like the feeling of catching fish in the river in winter when I was a child.
You reach out and touch the silent gears,
They turn gently in the water, like a hidden dream, slowly waking up.

The second thing is to go to the court to deliver a document.
The court in this city is like an old tree full of stories.
You hold a letter in your hand, cross the stone bridge, walk through the alleys mottled with sunlight,
The shadows on the road sway gently, like the singing of time.
Sending out documents also sends out trust and responsibility.

The third thing is to dispel those invisible phantoms.
They are like fog in the night, entangled in the streets and moods.
You draw your sword and lightly cut through the darkness.
The phantom dissipates like smoke, taking away sorrow and loneliness.
The street lights are on, and the laughter of children floats from afar.
Everything becomes warm again.
The fourth thing is to help the old man at the dock move things.
The old man’s hands are full of traces of time, like a thick book.
You take the package and feel a heavy tenderness,
that is the weight of life and the pulse of the city.
The old man smiled, with light in his eyes.
You know that this simple action is the most sincere connection between people.
After completing the task, your name is whispered by the city,
the pedestrians on the corner begin to smile at you,
you are no longer a passerby, but a part of this water city.
Every alley and every slab here has come alive because of you.
Reputation is an invisible bridge,
it connects you closely with this city and the people here.
You exchanged for light cones and identifiers. Although these things are small, they are like keys that open more unknown doors. Water is the soul of Fontaine. It flows with the secrets of the city and your stories. The reflections on the water are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, just like memories, erratic but real. This city hides many little thoughts, like every street you walk on and every face you see. Those seemingly ordinary little things are actually poems that dance in the details of life. You carry these daily stories across the bridge and across the street, and meet yourself in this water city. Dreams and reality are intertwined in the water light, gentle and tough. The night of Fontaine is here, and the starlight is sprinkled on the water. You lie on the shore and hear the city whisper: “Welcome home.”