It had been so long since Ophelia had last been here. So many timelines ago, the memories of which Ophelia had lost track of not too long ago. Even still, the memories of this place and what it looked like were very prominent in her head. It looked just the same as it always had. Ophelia couldn't help but chuckle at her feelings of nostalgia, even though she technically hadn't set foot here in this particular timeline ever. Her memories were such a mess. The more she thought about it as she walked straight through the center of the forest, the more she realized how much of her life didn't matter. Spending the past 500 or so years reliving the same interval of 20 years over and over. Every time it reset, her progress was wiped. She had to start over. There were no midway checkpoints, nothing that would let anything she did in other timelines even matter right now. She just had to keep trying and trying over and over. Maybe it was a pitiful metaphor saying that fate couldn't be changed. If that was the case, then she would have killed herself long ago.
But nothing was ever the same. It made her question whether time was repeating or she was being thrown in parallel timelines instead. There were cases where she was sure she did exactly the same thing as she did previously, but things changed still. Even in the first five minutes had something been different, even this time around. But that was around 19 years ago. Ophelia couldn't even remember what happened then, her memories were that jumbled up. All she could do was move along and hope that this time, she would finally break her curse.
Suddenly stopping, Ophelia sighed and looked up at the crystalline trees around her. They didn't have leaves, much to the woman's chagrin. Everything was sand or crystal or rock here in Hueco Mundo. There were no real trees, no grass, no nothing. It was pathetic. So ugly, so mundane, so colorless. It irked Ophelia greatly. Luckily, today she had some spare time to herself to take her frustrations regarding this world out on its inhabitants. Its disgusting, greedy, self-centered inhabitants. All they could ever think of here was their next meal. That is, until they hit the state of Arrancar. Then they usually gained a sort of consciousness then. Usually. They were the only remotely tolerable kind of Hollows. The only kind Ophelia didn't take great pleasure in preying upon.