"Rules," which had only existed in text and as concepts, were now fluttering down from the night sky.
Rule after rule, mixed in with the rain, their origins from countless scenarios, traps, and Nests unknown. They were all scattered and incomplete, like pieces from innumerable puzzle boxes poured out at once.
Whenever his gaze swept across the curtain of rain, and that rain contained a rule, text would automatically appear in his mind:
"...Just like how you can only smoke in a smoking area, every human activity can only be performed in its corresponding area! Want to talk? Please step into the 'Speaking Zone.' Want to walk? Please enter the 'Walking Zone.' Hmm? What's that? After leaving the Walking Zone, you can't walk anymore, so how are you supposed to get to the Speaking Zone? Well, that's where you'll have to get creative, hahahaha!"
There were long-winded rules, and naturally, there were short ones too.
"Do not emit light."
