They kept walking, moving toward the shapes they had seen earlier. As they got closer, it became clear that the shapes were just a few bushes and another small cluster of stones. Nothing unusual—just another calm part of the world.
Fate slowed down a little as they approached. "I thought it might be something bigger," they said.
"Sometimes things look different from far away," the Dreamer replied. "But that's alright."
Fate nodded and stepped around one of the bushes. It was small, with soft leaves and a few tiny berries that were barely forming. They didn't touch them—just looked for a moment before moving on.
Past the bushes, the land opened again. This time, the ground stretched out flatter than before. There were no hills for a while, only wide meadow and a soft, steady wind moving across it.
"It feels open again," Fate said.
"Yes," the Dreamer answered. "The world keeps changing a little at a time."
