Fate stops halfway between the entrance to the village and where it had awoken, it sensed an.. anomaly, clearly something was supposed to happen on this day, perhaps it already was. Fate sits on the ground. "I see... so many at the same time... even after I..." Fate supposed there were things even it couldn't prevent. Still it's curiosity was piqued, those who negate the maker's will have always done that for Fate. Those who's will is strong enough live past the moment they're fated to die, those who travel to places they were fated to stay away from, even gods are slaves to the order. Everyone and everything's fate, including Fate's itself, is scripted, and only to be changed by those like Fate, who practically control space and time, and even they, were to die afore Fate. However once all threads snap, Fate leaves existence and in turn, the current universe.
Fate stood up, bearing it's usual faint smile. "It wouldn't be here, this plane's shrine is not to go here.." Fate looked directly at the sun's dull yet sensitive frame. "I wonder, How many beings would be able to see, or at least sense my presence..." Fate, despite having a difficult time staying to the ground, stood silently. "I also wonder... Would a natural being laugh in self-pity?" Fate closed its eyes and began to think.