[soft wind, footsteps, fabric fluttering] STEVE (spoken, grounded): This is my camp. This is where I stay. You were supposed to help me move things today. HERO CHOIR: Behold the mark of shelter stone… A refuge place where wanderers roam. STEVE: No— it’s a tent. I sleep here alone. [light rhythmic build, heroes moving in] HERO #1: The symbol stands, the dome of rest! HERO #2: A sanctioned site, the travelers’ nest! STEVE: It’s canvas and poles, it’s not a quest! HERO CHOIR: Then this is Public Shelter Law— A resting place the old world saw! STEVE (frustrated): There is no law! It’s just my stuff! [footsteps inside tent, gear shifting] HERO #3: Provision space detected here. HERO #2: Shared use granted through frontier decree. STEVE: There is no decree! HERO CHOIR (growing certainty): The steward speaks in denial tones, Yet still maintains the refuge home. STEVE: I am not a steward—I’m just Steve. [slight comedic pause, silence inside tent] STEVE (quieter): I hired you to move my things to Catnatic… HERO #1: A sacred relocation path revealed. HERO #2: Then we begin the honored field. STEVE: That’s not what I— [outside wind increases, faint footsteps of a passerby] PASSERBY (distant, uneasy): …Is that man being displaced? STEVE (calling out): Hey! It’s not like that! [passerby leaves quickly] HERO CHOIR (calm, unaware): The shelter holds, the path is true, The steward guides what travelers do. STEVE (defeated): I don’t guide anything… [final soft tone, tent creaking, evening wind] STEVE (to himself): I hired movers… HERO #1 (peaceful): We have found refuge. HERO CHOIR (fading): Public shelter… holds… [end on soft wind, comedic ambiguity]
