The path leading to Velthya's residence felt so familiar, as if Sylvia had just walked it yesterday. The small buildings lining the road were almost unchanged, but the city's activity was far more palpable than before. Children ran around laughing, vegetable vendors shouted their wares, and the scent of freshly baked bread floated gently through the morning air.
Sylvia walked slowly along the cobbled path, deliberately taking her time to observe every corner she passed. Her black dress fluttered lightly in the wind, drawing the attention of a few curious townspeople. Though some of their gazes felt piercing, Sylvia remained unfazed. She was used to being watched by strangers.
At the end of the road, a modest two-story house she knew well finally came into view. The small garden in front was still the same filled with wildflowers of various colors, tended yet allowed to grow naturally, just like in her memories.
