They stayed in the town for a while, moving at an easy pace. There was no goal, no mission, no urgent reason to be anywhere. They were simply present.
As the days passed, life continued in its calm rhythm.
People went to work.
Children played in the streets.
Shops opened and closed.
Meals were cooked and shared.
Nothing extraordinary happened—and yet everything felt steady.
Fate walked through the town, watching people move through their ordinary days with a sense of ease that had not existed before. There was less tension in their steps. Less fear behind their eyes. More trust in the simple idea that they would be okay.
The Dreamer observed quietly too, noticing the same thing.
One afternoon, they sat together near a small river that ran along the edge of the town. The water was calm, moving slowly over smooth stones. Birds rested on the branches overhead.
"This is enough," the Dreamer said quietly.
Fate nodded. "Yes. It is."
