Fate looked between the two paths. "Which way should we go?"
"Whichever one feels right," the Dreamer said. "Both are good."
Fate thought for a moment. Then they pointed toward the path that curved toward the trees.
"That one," they said. "It looks quiet."
"Then we'll take it."
They stepped onto the new path. The air grew a little cooler as they neared the trees, and the shade made the light softer.
Fate breathed out slowly. "This feels nice."
"It does," the Dreamer agreed.
And so they kept walking—not searching for anything, not trying to reach any goal—just following the gentle road, letting the quiet day unfold naturally around them as they moved forward together.
They walked under the trees, and the air felt calm and cool around them. The leaves above moved gently, making a soft rustling sound. Sunlight came through in small patches, bright but not harsh.
Fate looked up at the branches. "It's peaceful here."
