"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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Truth: It is a broken mirror, whose fragments reflect only parts of the whole. Illusory, distorted by the shadows that move in the depths of the mind, truth is a thin line between light and darkness. One seeks its face, but it eludes, dressed in the cloaks of doubt and fear. Those who dare to confront it face an abyss, where every answer brings more questions, and every revelation unveils a hidden secret. For truth, in its essence, is not a revelation but a journey. It hides in the spaces between lines, in the layers of reality that the Force weaves and unwinds. And even when discovered, it is a sharp double-edged blade, capable of freeing or condemning. In the end, it is not a gift but a choice: to face it and accept the price or remain blind, sheltering in the comfortable illusion of the unknown.
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The Jedi Temple was immersed in silence. The stillness of dawn hung over the wide, empty corridors, and the air seemed charged with a deceptive calm. Obi-Wan, guided by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, stood before the mirror in the secret chamber he had discovered just hours before. He felt the call of the Force pulsating in soft, unsettling waves around him.
He took a deep breath, hesitating. The surface of the mirror shimmered subtly, as if waiting for him, as if it was giving him time to digest what had happened hours earlier, waiting patiently until Obi-Wan was ready to face what lay beyond the unknown.
The dim light reflected off the mirror seemed to distort his image, curving it around itself like a vortex that threatened to swallow him. Then, yielding to the inner impulse that drove him, he reached out and touched the mirror again. As before, the surface, which should have been solid and cold, gave way beneath his fingers, rippling like water.
In the blink of an eye, he was pulled inside. The sensation was like being thrown into a current, dragged by an invisible force that enveloped him completely. Obi-Wan instinctively closed his eyes as his body was swallowed into the mirror, every fiber of his being seeming to disintegrate and reconstruct simultaneously.
The subtle touch in the Force was felt by the Jedi Temple. The Jedi most attuned to the Force suddenly sensed a slight but disturbing change in the air, as if a silent wave had passed through the temple. It was a feeling of displacement, a slight tremor that spread for milliseconds. Some stopped what they were doing, furrowing their brows at the unsettling premonition. The Force seemed to have hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing its natural flow. It was an echo of something unknown, a reflection of a rupture that reverberated in the minds of those closest to their true balance.
When he opened his eyes, he was in a strange room. The dim, artificial lighting created an oppressive atmosphere. He had fallen there, into a completely unknown space, and the first thing he noticed was an oppressive sensation of the dark side of the Force. It was subtle, like a distant echo, but enough to put him on alert, keeping his observant eyes vigilant. The room was intriguing, unlike any place he had ever known. There was a neatly made bed, objects scattered in an organized manner, and details that belonged to no corner of the galaxy familiar to him. Papers, notebooks, and artifacts he couldn't identify. It looked like a place inhabited by an active and restless mind.
