𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. | a. skywalker

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

As fate willed it, just as the stars would illuminate the night sky, just as the rain would pour over Kamino, I would fall into another dream-like vision, a trance that moved my body and my mind away from itself, and the voices would call out yet again.

"Lorelei," they chanted, my name a flicker in their illusive voices, pulling me farther in to the darkness that existed around me.

As the darkness continued to consume me, I felt myself wandering— though different from the types of strolls I would take with my physical body. I was floating, but yet, I was walking, and while it was an endless state of blackness, I knew I was going somewhere.

I let the spectre like creatures move around me. I was not afraid, though I was wary. I knew they were not supernatural beings, rather, figments of the Force, apparitions that I did not yet have the capacity to materialize.

"You have come to see us again,"  another voice said, one that I knew I had never spoken to before.

"It was not of my own will," I argued, yet the voice gave off a signature that it was mocking me, almost, though it seemed to pull me in.

"But it was, even if only from your subconscious," it pressed on. "You may not quite understand the workings of the Force, yet you desire to know."

It was right. I did want to know. I felt this otherworldly pull to these visions, to the complexities that lie within them. I had never experienced anything such as this, and though it startled me at first, my curiosity had piqued, and I found myself in them, time after time.

"Do you fear attachment to us?" it spoke again, seemingly dissecting my thoughts.

"Then you know me," I countered.

It almost felt like it was smiling, a looming one, at that. "You know us, as we do you. You fear your attachments, yet they ground you, and as it is, you seek us out once more, if only for answers. But I know that it lies deeper than that."

So it knew me, as I thought, but how did I know it?

"You form bonds, ones that you know you should not have, and they muddle your senses," it continued. "But you also know that they manifest in your life for a reason. You should reflect on that."

"I do reflect."

"Yes, and no. You are not looking at it in the correct way, the true way."

"Then how should I?"

"As we tell you every time, you already know how to find those answers."

I understood what was being asked of me, and I closed my phantom eyes once more, willing myself into a peaceful state, reaching out with the Force to find my next clue, if that's what it could even be reduced to.

My visuals were once again ignited, and while I had yet to see a face or a body, I understood, to whatever capacity I could fathom.

"Abyssal," I said, the words falling out of my mouth with a newfound acknowledgement. "Dark blue, almost black, as the waters of Kamino, but with a touch of teal, as the skies of Felucia. Water, in an elemental sense. Immeasurable and unfathomable, but tangible."

"And so you know," the Abyssal said, with words so deep they laid a weight in the Force. "Attachment, but in moderation. Detachment, but controlled.

"Emotions and peace, two in the same," I replied.

"And so you have understood all that I have for you," the Abyssal noted, and did not speak again, for it had left.