They followed the river at an easy pace. The water stayed calm beside them, always moving but never in a hurry. Every now and then, a small fish darted close to the surface, making tiny ripples that quickly smoothed out again.
Fate watched the river closely. "It's quiet, but it's alive," they said.
"Yes," the Dreamer replied. "Even quiet things have their own stories."
They walked a little farther until the river widened into a shallow pool. The surface was so still here that the sky reflected perfectly, like a mirror laid on the ground. Fate stopped to look at the reflection—blue sky, soft clouds, and their own face looking back at them.
"It looks like another world," they whispered.
The Dreamer smiled gently. "Maybe it is. A world made of water and light."
Fate crouched at the edge and dipped their hand in again. Their reflection wavered, then settled. "It feels peaceful."
"Peace often hides in small places," the Dreamer said. "Like this."
