"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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Bonds; invisible as the threads of the Force that intertwine destinies, weaving ethereal connections between souls that the universe decides to unite. Subtle, these bonds envelop us with the softness of a morning mist, guiding us imperceptibly along predestined paths, dictated by prophecies as ancient as the stars. In the shadows of a forgotten past and an uncertain future, these bonds are the echo of promises made among the stars, a whisper of the Force that pulses with each heartbeat connected to another. They are, at once, both a blessing and an enigma, shaping the steps of those who follow, always towards a destiny that, though invisible, is inexorably drawn by the hands of the cosmos.
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Tatooine
The suns of Tatooine sank on the horizon with the ferocity of a thousand burning suns, tinting the vast dunes an orange hue. Anakin Skywalker strode with determined steps among the debris of a Separatist base. His Jedi cloak billowed in the wind, capturing the dust and sand that seemed eager to conceal the secrets of the arid planet.
The memory of his last visit to this place still burned in his mind with painful clarity. The loss of his mother, Shmi Skywalker, had left a wound that time could not heal. He could still feel the warmth of her embrace, her weak and trembling breath that seemed to whisper a final goodbye. Anakin had avoided Tatooine for years, trying to leave behind the memories that the planet evoked. Anger, hatred, fear, and rebellion—emotions that a Jedi should overcome—still vied for space in his heart. He struggled every day to keep these dark feelings at bay, reminding himself of his oath to the Republic and the Jedi Code. Now, back in the desert he so wished to forget, Anakin focused fervently on his mission, though the past insisted on following his steps like a persistent shadow.
"Ah, how I hate sand." he murmured, the irritation clear in his voice as tiny grains clung to his cloak.
Rough, annoying, it spread everywhere; he cursed again every single grain of sand on that planet. Following the coordinates, Anakin arrived at the spot where (Y/N) had been found. He was a master at noticing the subtle details of the environment, sensing not just the physical traces of the desert but also the echoes of past events that still whispered with the breeze. The base lay in ruins, and the debris of computers and machinery were scattered like relics of a forgotten era. Carefully, he lifted a bag partially buried under a burnt panel, and its contents seemed trivial at first glance, but strangely familiar. Items like a tube with a pasty, glowing liquid and hair elastics were not uncommon, but the language on the labels was completely unknown, a mystery begging for further investigation. A small notebook with most of its pages torn out offered more questions than answers, the back cover still marked with writings in that strange language.
