They walked on, the quiet steps making almost no sound on the soft earth. The darker patch ahead slowly became clearer, just like the tall grass had. But this time, the shape didn't fade into something ordinary. It held its form.
As they got closer, Fate narrowed their eyes. "It's not trees… but it's not grass either."
The Dreamer tilted their head. "Let's get a little closer."
A few more steps, and the shape revealed itself—it was a cluster of wide, low bushes. Their leaves were dark green, almost blue in the soft light. They weren't tall, but they grew close together, forming a small circle like they were protecting something inside.
Fate stopped right in front of them. "Do you think there's anything in the middle?"
"There might be," the Dreamer said. "Or maybe it's just how they grow."
