The capital border was the same as Renzille remembered, every tree and every spot she checked— it was the same.
She doesn't know why she's checking, but she felt like she needed another proof that she was indeed thrusted back in time, that she wasn't dreaming, that everything that had happened so far wasn't a fragment of her imagination.
Renzille let out a sigh and rubbed a hand down her face, her eyes scanning the dead tree she rested on in her previous life, this particular tree had served her a place of peace when she suddenly found herself drafted without her knowledge.
She remembered seeking comfort in a being that is already dead and that being offered her peace she needed.
"So I really came back." Renzille murmured, pulling her hand away from her face and cast one last glance at the tree before she turned in her heels to walk away.
But she stopped in her tracks when she bumped into something hard.
