They walked on, letting the morning settle into a quiet, steady rhythm. The sunlight grew a little warmer, but it still felt gentle on their skin. Nothing around them demanded attention—everything simply existed, calm and unhurried.
After a while, the road passed by a small patch of wildflowers growing close to the edge. They weren't bright or fancy—just soft yellow and white blossoms swaying lightly in the breeze.
Fate slowed down a little to look at them. "They look soft."
"They are," the Dreamer said. "They grew without anyone telling them to."
Fate nodded and kept walking.
A little further ahead, they reached a slight rise in the road. From the top, they could see more fields, more open land, and a thin line of trees far in the distance. Everything looked simple and wide, stretching out under the clear sky.
Fate took it in quietly. "There's so much space."
"Yes," the Dreamer said. "And none of it asks anything from you."
