A ray of sunlight hit her face and she opened her eyes, blinking against the soft glow. Warm fur blankets were piled on top of her, and a small dark-furred cat snuggled near her feet, purring. The warm wood walls were cozy… but unfamiliar.
In a peaceful glade in the woods, there is a little wooden house. And in that little wooden house there is a dim room. And in that dim room is a stone hearth. And in that stone hearth there is nothing. Nothing but a cold emptiness and lonely space. In front of that nothingness sits... a man? Or perhaps an elf if one was to take a closer look. That one lone figure sits still, eyes open but boring into the empty hearth.
You can never truly return home after leaving. No matter how long your time spent there, or the moments you experienced, or the memories you made...time, heartless bastard that it is, alters all: your shape no longer fits the imprint you left behind.