Desperate Desert Situation, My Dry Well Will Never Run Dry

They live like dogs in the desert. I built a city in the desert. Why? Just rely on that well in the sea of ​​consciousness. Dry. Cracked. The well where everyone treats me as trash. It seeped a drop of water. The sand lizard licked it and died. The first drawing was found under the corpse. I understand. Kill the beasts and explode the blueprints. Build towers and enclose territory. Others kneel to find water, but I stand to draw it. By the time those high-ranking Wangcheng lords reacted - my Dry Spring Territory had become a detour for wild beasts. They asked me why. I said nothing. The well answered for me. One drop. One drop. One drop.