Brief introduction What is freedom? As the morning mist condenses into dew on the leaves, "Dew“ is in search of freedom, but what is freedom? He passed through the dome propped up by the mushroom forest and came to Star City to find answers. The shrewd merchant makes gold coins clink in his palms, elves spin flowers and plants into bonds that will never be repeated, and the heart of the perfect princess is dotted with shackles woven from shards. Who knows the answer to the question? Is freedom the dew loosening the lines of the leaves, or is it the paranoia of forever chasing the light? When everything has been experienced, is freedom what Dew wants... Play This is an adventure game about "transformation" and pursuit of freedom, you traverse a vast mushroom forest and arrive at Star City. Players need to control the little star Diu, breaking through various challenges to unveil the veil of truth. The story includes classic and interesting mini puzzle games, as well as thrilling stealth gameplay. After countless adventures, can little star Diu find the truth? Tale This is a fairy tale that is not at all beautiful. From the perspective of a little star, the player pursues freedom and arrives at Star City, where they learn of the fame of the Star Princess and hope to find her to help answer their questions. Many strange things happen during the journey. It seems that nothing in the world is truly free. So, what exactly is freedom? In the city-state suspended above lies and stardust, all answers wear sweet masks: merchants peddle the secrets to obtaining gold coins, singers compose moonlight with sheet music, and beneath the skirt of the perfect princess lies a pair of shackles forged from the starry sea. When once again being vaporized into mist by the guards' flames and realizing that it was the princess's magic that had brought him back to life, what was Dijue thinking? Every time I rinse my soul with dew, whose story is carried away? Every rule followed is adding iron bars to whose prison. And when Dijiu came here again, he heard the gentle breeze brushing over the lake surface - Was that the sound of freedom being born, or the beginning of yet another captivity? When you tear up all the rules for freedom - "Be careful. The light flowing from that wound might be the birth of new shackles."
