you steel yourself, and walk further into the city. it looks like there's no one here. you want to call out, but don't want to break the silence. you peer through some windows nearby, but don't touch anything.

weaving through the streets, you make your way to what must be the city centre. just ahead of you, there's a square.

it's covered in grass.

the lush green is such a relief to your eyes that you don't register the other thing that's changed.

in the middle of the square, there's a huge, three-tiered fountain. the water is trickling gently between each layer.

you startle when you realise there's someone sitting on the stone rim of the fountain. they wave you over. what are you going to do?