Below them, the land stretched out like a calm blanket—grass swaying a little, shadows growing longer, the first hints of night just beginning to gather at the edges.
Fate looked at the sky again. A single star blinked into view, faint but steady.
"There's one," they said softly.
"There will be more," the Dreamer answered.
Fate watched the star for a moment, then sat down on the soft ground. The earth felt cool, steady, simple. The Dreamer sat beside them without a word.
They didn't need to talk. The quiet was enough.
A few fireflies drifted up the slope, blinking gently around them like tiny floating lights. Fate watched one land on a blade of grass and glow softly.
"It's like the day is whispering good night," Fate said.
"It is," the Dreamer replied. "And you're listening."
Fate leaned back on their hands, feeling the earth firm beneath their palms. The wind moved past them again, slower now, like it was settling too.
"I didn't know a day could end like this," they said.
