Nature.

He looked to his left. He saw nothing but the looming cypress trees that acted as the impenetrable barrier towards that side of the camp. They must have been planted several thousand years ago. The trunks grew to almost four times the size of any standard tree he’d ever seen. They grew in such close proximity to the next that it was almost as if their roots were bonded underground – forming a connecting knit layer that pulled the trees into close quarters. While there was room to walk between the trees on that side of the camp, it would not resemble a reasonable stroll. It would be closer to a hike or a navigation. One could not simply do it with their eyes closed. He felt a certain comfort in this, taking their whimsical branches as a symbol of security and solitary. He let out a sigh. This was peace he had been after for so long.

Then, he looked to his right. As he was taking in the beauty of the natural beasts of his left, the line quickly lengthened behind him. He was soon edged out by the crowd, another human filling in to take his place.