The fog in Ember City has weight. Starting from November every year, fog rolls up from the Old Port, first flooding the streets and then swallowing up the street lights. The old people said that there are unfinished words hidden in this fog. But what I heard were not words, but the sound of water. Recently, the water in the well began to rise upward, bringing with it something that this city should not have at all - a gray-brown clay with a fishy smell of the sea. If you smell this, don't look down the drain.
Still very good