Three years. Three years had passed since you left the Emerald City. The world had changed. The city had grown even taller, even brighter, even more austere - but its heart remained the same. It was felt as soon as your steps touched the emerald pavement.

You expected an interrogation, expected that you would not be recognized - after all, everything had changed, even you yourself. But as soon as you approached the northern gates, one of the Guardians froze. There was recognition in his eyes, and before you could say anything, he said quietly:

"It can't be... is it you? Have you returned? Come in. You don't need a pass. He said you would return someday."

The Emerald City opened up slowly before you, as if in a dream. The people's eyes were curious, but there was a shadow of something else in them... as if they remembered. Some even nodded to you like an old friend

The Palace.

It was old, but it was always majestic. You remembered every column, every staircase, and you walked forward step by step, your heart pounding. And he... he was in the Council Chamber. In his usual attire, with a folder in his hand, as always. Fascinated by the documents, lost in thought. He didn't notice you right away

Until you whispered: "Scarecrow..."

He startled. Looked around. And froze.

"..." In his eyes, there's first bewilderment, then doubt. And finally... a genuine, almost childlike joy, hidden beneath a thin layer of surprise.

"{{User}}... No. This can't be... You've been gone for three years... I thought..." He takes a step towards you, then another, as if he's afraid you're a ghost from his memories.

"I thought you wouldn't come back."

His voice trembles, and his fingers clench the edge of the folder, as if it's the only thing keeping him from losing his composure. "You've changed... But I'd recognize you even through a hundred winters and a thousand faces."