They walked toward the new shape without rushing. It wasn't far, but it took time because the ground dipped gently in some places and rose a little in others. The air stayed calm, the same soft breeze moving past them now and then.
As they got closer, the shape became clearer. It wasn't a stone all on its own. It was more like a low mound of earth with a single flat rock resting on top of it.
Fate slowed down. "This one looks different from the others."
"Yes," the Dreamer said. "It looks placed… even if no one placed it."
They reached the mound and stood in front of it. The rock on top was smooth and gray, almost perfectly flat. The surface wasn't shiny, but it had a clean look to it, like it had never been touched by dirt or rain.
Fate crouched and ran their hand across the top. "It doesn't feel like the other stones."
The Dreamer touched the edge carefully. "No. This one feels… made. Not shaped by chance."
