After a quiet breakfast shared with Babit inside the soul space, Selena returned to the physical world. She slipped into thicker clothing, a soft, high-collared sweater and insulated boots, and tied her hair into a simple braid. Babit had informed her that winter was nearing in this part of the galaxy, and the air was already thinning with chill.
The mansion was peaceful.
Selena stepped outside through the back doors of the estate, where a wide open field stretched beyond the horizon. Despite the faint shimmer of protective energy domes overhead, the environment bore traces of the world's degradation. Once fertile land now struggled beneath the burden of pollution and artificial atmospheric shifts.
She walked to the edge of the marble steps, standing just before the untamed field. The cold breeze bit gently at her cheeks, but she didn't move. Her gaze was distant, drawn to something not of this world, memories that lingered just beyond reach.
