But Fate smiled anyway. "It's enough."
"It is," the Dreamer said.
They went down the other side of the hill. The wind picked up a little, brushing against their clothes. Somewhere nearby, a few insects buzzed in the grass. Nothing urgent, nothing demanding their attention.
After a few minutes, Fate spoke again. "I used to think I had to go somewhere important. That every step needed a purpose."
"And now?"
"Now every step is the purpose," Fate said. "Just moving. Just being here."
The Dreamer gave a small nod. "That's the change you've been looking for."
They continued walking until they reached a place where the road straightened out again. The land here was open and wide, with only a few trees scattered around. One stood close to the path—a tall, old tree with a thick trunk and branches that spread out like a quiet shelter.
Fate slowed down as they passed it, brushing their fingers lightly across the rough bark.
"Feels solid," they murmured.
