Fate picked up a small fallen leaf from the ground. It was dry but not brittle—light enough to lift with just a breath. They turned it over in their fingers, studying the tiny lines running through it.
"Do you think we'll find something out here?" Fate asked. Not worried—just curious.
"Maybe," the Dreamer replied. "Maybe not. But not everything worth finding needs to be looked for."
Fate thought about that, then nodded slowly. "I guess… sometimes just being here is enough."
"It is," the Dreamer confirmed. "And you're here. I'm here. The day is here. That's already plenty."
Fate let the leaf fall back onto the grass. It landed softly.
After another quiet moment, Fate stretched their legs out. "We can rest a little longer," they said.
"Yes," the Dreamer agreed. "There's no need to hurry."
So they stayed beneath the tree, letting the shade cool them, letting the meadow breathe around them, letting the calm settle in their hearts—simple, light, unforced.
