They walked on—not as figures passing through a world, but as participants within an unfolding that did not privilege arrival over remaining, nor future over now.
And the world, attuned at last to the possibility of such movement, made room—not by withdrawing, but by widening—so that becoming could occur without urgency, and being could remain intact.
No conclusion formed.
No threshold announced itself.
Only this:
Life, sustained not by striving, but by the quiet competence of staying present as it changed.
The widening did not feel like expansion.
It felt like allowance.
As if the world had discovered that it did not need to compress itself to be coherent. That multiplicity was not a threat to integrity, but its natural expression once strain had been released.
