The city of Fontaine is like a secret hidden in the water, with mottled light and shadows and shimmering waves. Whenever the morning light falls on the river, the whole world is like being gently caressed by soft hands, warm and peaceful.
I am a traveler, with tasks and curiosity, stepping into this city surrounded by water. The daily commissions of Fontaine are like the daily pulse of the people in the city, beating regularly, but always hiding unexpected stories.
The four tasks every day are the clues woven for me, slowly tying me and the city tightly.
The first task is to help the researcher find the out-of-control device. The device floated on the water, swaying like a lost child. The researcher looked nervously, with worry and trust in his eyes.
I dived into the water, my fingers touched the cold machine, and it felt like the heartbeat of the city, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. At that moment, the temperature of the water contained too many stories and responsibilities.
When the device restarted, the water surface calmed down, like a soothed soul.
The second task was to walk into the solemn court and submit a document. Walking past the heavy stone pillars, the footsteps echoed in the empty hall. The document was heavy in my hand, carrying the weight of the law and people’s expectations of justice.
The judge’s eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated time and guarded the order of the city.
Complete the task and improve your reputation. Reputation is not just a number, but more like the city’s recognition of me, an invisible hand of friendship.
The higher the reputation, the more authority I get, just like having a warm cotton-padded jacket in winter, which is both safe and secure.
The next task of driving away the phantom reminded me of the troubles and uneasiness in life. Phantoms are like shadows in the city, occasionally disturbing the peace, but I use actions to dispel them and the confusion in my heart.
Fontaine’s daily commissions seem simple, but they are like small rivers that merge into the sea of feelings between me and this city.
I know that every detail in life is worth experiencing with heart. Whether it is a mechanical task or an occasional twist, it is the rhythm of this city’s breathing and the proof that people are alive.
Standing on the height of the water city, watching the lights, the wind blowing across the face, bringing the smell of water vapor, my heart is full of softness and strength.
The traveler’s road is still long, and there are many stories in Fontaine.
But I am willing to go step by step, grow with this city, and protect it together.
Here, there is no grand and vigorous, only the warmth and tenacity of a long stream.
This is Fontaine, and it is also the original appearance of life.