Fate looked between the two paths. "Which way should we go?"

"Whichever one feels right," the Dreamer said. "Both are good."

Fate thought for a moment. Then they pointed toward the path that curved toward the trees.

"That one," they said. "It looks quiet."

"Then we'll take it."

They stepped onto the new path. The air grew a little cooler as they neared the trees, and the shade made the light softer.

Fate breathed out slowly. "This feels nice."

"It does," the Dreamer agreed.

And so they kept walking—not searching for anything, not trying to reach any goal—just following the gentle road, letting the quiet day unfold naturally around them as they moved forward together.

They walked under the trees, and the air felt calm and cool around them. The leaves above moved gently, making a soft rustling sound. Sunlight came through in small patches, bright but not harsh.

Fate looked up at the branches. "It's peaceful here."

"Yes," the Dreamer said. "The trees make their own kind of quiet."

They walked a little farther until the path narrowed slightly. It wasn't difficult to follow—just a simple dirt trail winding between the trunks. A few small birds hopped across the ground, picking at seeds before flying up again.

Fate watched them go. "They don't mind us."

"No," the Dreamer replied. "We're just passing through."

The path soon opened into a small clearing. The grass here was soft, and a few scattered leaves lay on the ground. In the center stood a fallen log covered in patches of moss.

Fate walked over and touched the moss lightly. "It's soft."

"Moss grows where it feels safe," the Dreamer said.

Fate traced their fingers across it once more, then stepped back. They didn't sit—just looked around, taking in the calm space.

After a short pause, they continued walking. The path led out of the clearing and back into the trees. A gentle breeze passed through, carrying the scent of earth and leaves.

Fate breathed in. "I like this path."

"It suits you," the Dreamer replied.

They followed the trail as it curved gently to the left. The trees thinned out slowly, letting in more light. Soon, they could see the edge of the forest ahead—bright and open.

Fate stepped a little quicker, not rushing, just moving with quiet comfort. "It feels like the air gets lighter."

"It does," the Dreamer said. "Forest air lets go easily."

They walked out of the trees and into the open again. The land ahead was calm, with low grass and a few distant hills. Everything looked simple and safe.

Fate smiled softly. "I'm glad we chose this way."

"I am too," the Dreamer said.

And side by side, they kept walking—steady, gentle, and unhurried—letting the quiet day carry them forward, one easy step at a time.

They walked a little farther into the open field. The sky above them felt wider now, stretching in a soft blue arc with only a few thin clouds drifting lazily across it. The grass moved in slow waves whenever the breeze touched it.

Fate let their hand trail through the tall blades as they passed. "It's different from the forest," they said. "More… open."

"Open can be peaceful too," the Dreamer replied. "Just in a different way."

They kept walking until the path faded into nothing—just grass and open land, with no clear direction marked anymore. But neither of them felt lost. The day was too calm, too gentle, to feel anything like worry.

Fate stopped for a moment and looked around. "Where do we go now?"

"Wherever your feet want to," the Dreamer answered with a small smile.

Fate thought about it, then pointed toward a slight rise in the land, a small hill that looked easy to climb. "Maybe there?"

"Then let's go."

They headed toward the hill. The ground sloped up slowly, and each step gave them a better view of the world around them. When they reached the top, they both paused.

From there, they could see everything—the forest behind them, the rolling grass ahead, and in the far distance, a thin line of silver that might have been a river.

Fate's eyes softened. "It's pretty."

"It is," the Dreamer agreed. "The world looks simple from here."

They stood together for a moment, letting the wind brush against their clothes and hair. Nothing pushed them forward. Nothing pulled them back. Time seemed to move quietly around them, just enough to remind them it existed.

After a gentle silence, Fate spoke. "Let's keep going."

The Dreamer nodded. "Wherever the day leads."

So they walked down the other side of the hill, stepping lightly into the open grass once more—no hurry, no pressure, only the steady rhythm of their footsteps and the peaceful world stretching out before them.

They walked down the hill slowly, the grass brushing against their legs as they moved. The air felt warm now, touched by sunlight that had grown a little brighter. A quiet stillness followed them, soft and gentle.

Fate looked ahead. There were no trees here, no paths—just open land stretching in every direction. "It feels like the world is bigger out here," they said.

"It is," the Dreamer replied. "But it's a kind kind of big."

They kept going until they reached a place where the grass grew shorter. A few tiny white flowers dotted the ground, moving gently in the breeze. Fate knelt to look at one, noticing how its petals trembled but didn't fall.

"It's small," they said, "but it stays strong."

"Small things often do," the Dreamer said.

Fate smiled a little before standing and walking on. The land sloped downward again, leading them toward the faint silver line they had seen before. As they got closer, they could hear it—a soft trickling sound.

"A river," Fate said quietly.

"Yes," the Dreamer answered. "A calm one."

They reached the riverbank. The water was clear and smooth, flowing slowly over small stones. It wasn't deep, and sunlight made it shine like glass. Fate crouched down and touched the surface. The water was cool, but not cold.

"It feels nice," they said.

The Dreamer sat beside them, watching the gentle flow. "Rivers don't rush unless they need to," they said. "This one is taking its time."

Fate dipped their fingers in again, letting the water run around them before pulling their hand back. "Should we follow it?"

"If you want," the Dreamer replied. "Water has a way of leading somewhere soft."

Fate stood up, looking along the river's edge. It curved gently to the right, disappearing behind a small patch of reeds.

"Let's walk with it," Fate said.

"Then we will."

Side by side, they began following the quiet river, their reflections moving beside them on the smooth surface. The sound of the water, the breeze, and their steady footsteps blended together into something peaceful—simple, light, and easy to follow.

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