They woke early the next morning, not because something demanded it, but because the light slowly warming their faces made it easy to open their eyes.
Fate blinked up at the sky for a moment, confused by how rested they felt. There was no heaviness in their chest, no pressure hanging over them. Just a calm sense of starting fresh.
The Dreamer sat up beside them, brushing a bit of grass from their clothes. "Morning," they said simply.
Fate stretched, feeling the gentle pull in their muscles. "Morning."
They stood and looked around. The field was quiet, washed in soft light. A few birds hopped through the grass nearby, pecking at seeds. There was nothing dramatic about the moment, and that was exactly why it felt good.
"So," Fate said, "where do we go today?"
"Wherever feels right," the Dreamer replied. "There's no plan to follow."
Fate took a slow breath and nodded. "Then let's just walk."
