"Go through the mirror Anakin."
In the dark corridors of the Force, an ancient prophecy whispers secrets of power and destruction. An enigmatic mirror holds the fate of the Chosen One, revealing that his path to bring balance is intertwined with the...
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Fate; Even if the seas rise up in fury and break apart, the nebulae shatter in chaotic explosions, the stars, in their millennial brilliance, fall apart in a concert of destruction, nothing, not even the most powerful force in the universe, is capable of stopping fate in its inexorable course. Fools are those who have tried to divert its course, defying it with their own wills, trying to bend what cannot be tamed. But fate, silent and merciless, moves in the shadows, braiding the invisible threads that link the present to the future, subtly or forcefully taking down any hand that dares to interfere. For no matter how hard you fight it, fate, in its enigmatic majesty, always finds a way to prevail, guiding the steps of mortals along the paths it has laid out, until the inevitable end.
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The chamber was plunged into dense shadows, the walls pulsing with an obscure energy, as if the stones that made it up carried the whispers of darkness. Only the faint light of the moon dared to penetrate the heavy curtains, creating a contrast between the tangible and ethereal worlds. The air inside was charged with an almost mystical electricity, a tension that heightened the senses, as if time itself were hesitating to continue its course.
Two pernicious presences, shrouded in shadows, were lined up side by side, staring intently at the enigmatic object in front of them. The atmosphere around them was dense, charged with a sinister energy that seemed to devour the light itself.
One of them, with a calculated movement, raised her hand. Her slender, pale fingers brushed the cold surface of the mirror. The glass rippled under her touch, like water disturbed by a stone. A shiver ran down her spine, but Ventress didn't flinch. Her eyes fixed on the reflection, she pressed her palm against the surface, and in the blink of an eye, the solid matter gave way, welcoming her inside.
Like a specter crossing a veil, Ventress was swallowed up by the mirror, disappearing into a whirlpool of cosmic energy that shone one last time before fading away, leaving the room plunged back into darkness and doubt. Like a wormhole, in the bowels of parallel dimensions, eluding the folds of the unknown, taking a shortcut that connected to the source of the true Force.
A sensation of displacement overtook the room, like a sudden snap in the structure of the universe. It was as if reality itself had lost its rhythm for an instant, falling into an invisible abyss before finding its way back. The most sensitive would feel it as a heartbeat failure, a moment when the world forgot to breathe. A sense of emptiness haunted the light, leaving the air with the impression that something had been torn away and replaced by an almost imperceptible copy.
Asajj Ventress advanced across the room with the cold precision of a predator on the hunt. Her eyes, sharp and icy, swept the space like invisible blades, each step a silent promise of destruction, carefully observing his surroundings. The lethal grace with which she moved was hypnotic, a continuous flow of veiled danger that revealed itself in calculated gestures, as if at any moment the air around her could tear apart and start a storm of violence.
