Fontaine, the hometown of water, with light mist and rippling water, is like a quiet poem, slowly flowing in the morning light.
The traveler stepped into this water area with soft steps, as if drawing countless tiny ripples on the lake. Daily commissions, like the light and shadow hidden in the morning mist, lightly guide the direction of progress.
The four tasks, like the rhythm of four poems, slowly and firmly, tell the story of Fontaine City.
The first one is about the repair of the underwater device. The machine is like a sleeping fish, lying quietly at the bottom of the water, waiting to be awakened. The traveler dives into the cool water waves, and his fingers touch the cold machinery, as if connected to the heartbeat of the city. The gentleness of water wraps everything, silent and deep, like a night in a dream that you don’t want to wake up.
The second one is the court document. The heavy stone pillars interweave between light and shadow, and the documents turn gently between fingers, like a dead leaf falling in the autumn wind. The judge’s eyes are as far away as a deep pool, guarding the peace and order of the city. Every step of submission is as light and solemn as a line of poetry.
After completing the task, reputation gradually accumulates like morning dew, flashing clear light. It is not a cold number, but a silent recognition, a gentle response of Fontaine to the traveler.
The next step to drive away the phantom spirit is a light dance with the shadow. They are like clouds blown away by the wind, silent, but affecting the tranquility of the city. The traveler swings the sword like a poem, cutting through the darkness and dispelling the illusory fog. The water surface of Fontaine is clear again, reflecting the brilliance of the stars.
Water and light, shadow and light, are interwoven into a wordless poem in this city. Every task, every increase in reputation, is a note in the line of poetry, gently playing the melody of life.
The footsteps of the travelers extend like water waves, with a desire for the unknown and tenderness for life. The daily life of Fontaine is like a dream, flowing in silence and breathing in light and shadow.
As the night deepens, the lights of the city reflect the ripples on the water. The travelers stand on the shore, gazing at the endless waves, with poetic waves surging in their hearts.
Fontaine is not just a combination of water and city, it is the hometown of dreams, the starting point of poetry, and the softest corner in the depths of the traveler’s soul.
In this dreamy water city, every completion of a mission is a tribute to life. Every increase in reputation is an expectation for the future.
The story of Fontaine will follow the footsteps of the travelers, turning into endless poems, quietly flowing in the long river of time.