老王头 eighth string cat was a bit of a miser, but he still had some decent shells. Spent three years collecting them, finally got a chance to sit back and enjoy himself. He rented an old house in the suburbs of the city, started growing shiitake mushrooms and raising silkworms. Life was tough, but he was settling in.

One day, while walking home from the market, he noticed something glinting in the grass. He bent down and picked up a small peach-sized stone, the surface of which seemed to be veined with a strange, shimmering light. The stone felt warm to the touch, and he instinctively felt a sense of comfort in his palms.

At night, when everyone was asleep, the stone suddenly lit up on the windowsill, and within it was a tiny, shimmering fish swimming back and forth. The fish looked like a goldfish but had two pairs of wings that seemed to flutter silently in the air. It seemed to be conveying a message to him, but he couldn't understand it.