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

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Meditations were supposed to be a peaceful thing, a serenity harnessed through the Force to guide Jedi on their path of tranquility, to keep them calm and level-headed, even through the chaos of war and the darkness that followed it.

It has been a long time since a meditation has felt peaceful to me.

First, The Void. I cannot remember a time in the past few years where a simple meditation did not transpire into otherworldly visions, and though it turned out to unlock knowledge known to no other beings, it seemed almost cruel to be devoid of the calm that once came naturally to me.

It has also been a long time since I attempted to meditate.

Fear was the most reasonable explanation for this. I was, to the core, frightened by the possibilities of another transgression into an unknown. But fear was not the way of the Jedi, and so I found a few moments to spare, with the hopes of overcoming this, so that I could be more attune to the ways of the Order.

After all, it saved me, and what was facing a fear if it was a small repayment for the escape of a desolate life?

My room had no longer felt like a safe haven for this, and thus I found myself in a meditation room, one hidden away in the corner of the Temple, a long enough walk that most would simply find another, one less taxing of their time.

That was the reason I came here, to be pulled away from the constant chatter, the possibility of running into another, and the most reasonable space for finding the sense of peace that I so desperately craved for.

Meditating through the Force, in simple terms, can only be described as a shift into a space that is bereft of both time and space, light and sustenance, where the only tangible thing is your mind. While I do enjoy being left alone with my thoughts, I have had the tendency to spiral through them, and so it is an action that I take with some level of caution.

I had to admit, it was nice so far. I was wholly unaware of my surroundings, yet I had a conscious understanding of the world beyond my own, and it was as if I was floating. There was no sense of urgency, no beckon to follow, just a breach between the world and the stars.

It was calm.

Freeing.

A wave of serene energy that was untouched by others, one only palpable by Force sensitive users.

It was peace.

Peace that, apparently, could not last forever.

The quiet, kind darkness that I had plunged myself into had morphed into a hazy light, and the weight of my body was suddenly evident to me once more. I cursed myself silently for letting my mind engage on this, but there was no turning back now.

I let myself move through the sights ahead of me. It was something of a blur, almost a dream-like state, but something about where I was felt oddly familiar, as if it were a past home, calling out to me.

I let my fingertips slide across the walls on either side of me, trying to grasp onto some sense of reality that was transpiring before me. I could hear muffled voices in the distant, some with a soothing vibration, others with accents from worlds I could not distinguish.

The combination of all this did not provide me with much insight as to what they were discussing, but I peered in as far as I could to try to grasp some context.

"Sifo-Dyas... great knowledge we unlocked."

The name rang a bell, but I could not place where I had heard his name. Perhaps a Jedi of the Old Republic that I had learned about in my studies, or a name from legends of old. I made a mental note to check the archives for any information it may have on this Sifo-Dyas.