He looked for a long time before he found the speaker—
It was a frog perched atop a clump of mud on the shore.
Because it was so small,
Matthew had almost missed it.
"Who are you?"
Matthew asked, curious.
The frog said calmly,
"I am the guardian of the Lake of Destiny, responsible for explaining the lake's purpose to visitors."
"Unfortunately, you haven't come at the best time."
Matthew looked at the nearly dried-up lake water and didn't know what to say.
But he wasn't interested in the flow of destiny in the first place.
Compared to that,
getting his hands on high-dimensional material seemed much more tangible.
"Who has visited this Lake of Destiny?"
Matthew inquired of the frog.
The frog said with an air of worldly wisdom,
"Oh, quite a few."
"You must have seen the projections of many powerful beings on your way here, right?"
"Most of those who left projections on the Rootless River have seen their future in the Lake of Destiny."
Matthew pondered,
