At the end of her journey, Liora stood in a field where nothing happened. No wind. No sound. No invitation.
She waited for meaning.
Nothing arrived.
Only then did she notice how easily she was standing, how the ground required no attention, how her breath did not ask permission.
The field had offered no guidance and no refusal. It had made room.
Liora remained there for a long time, unaddressed and unhindered.
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