"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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Manipulation; woven in the shadows like a subtle veil that distorts the light of truth. In the invisible hands that orchestrate the threads of fate, every move is a whisper of the Force, shaping wills like a sculptor shapes clay. Silent and omnipresent, this influence permeates hearts, intertwining with their hopes and fears, leading them through labyrinths of illusion where each choice seems their own, but is merely an echo of hidden intentions that dance in the shadows. On the chessboard of existence, the pieces advance under the shadow of a stealthy master, each calculated step revealing more of the intricate game where freedom is a meticulously constructed illusion.
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The morning in Coruscant dawned gently, with the first rays of sunlight filtering through the tall structures of the city, casting a golden glow over the vast avenues and numerous buildings that stretched as far as the eye could see. The horizon was a mix of light and shadow, where the skyscrapers, imposing and elegant, competed with the rapidly fading blue sky into lighter shades. Amid this pulsating metropolis, life began to stir, with speeders zooming from one side to another, and crowds of beings of all species starting their daily routines. The Chancellor's residence had already awakened; however, the atmosphere was one of isolated calm, a serene oasis away from the eternal hustle of the galactic capital.
The morning light was filtered by the elegant curtains that covered the wide windows of the room, keeping the environment dark, with just a small gap allowing a soft light that illuminated a small part in golden tones. (Y/N) slept deeply after another night of nightmares. Hours had passed until she finally managed to rest. With light knocks on the door, the girl awoke, feeling her head ache as a consequence of hours of crying.
She moved among the sheets, rubbing her eyes feeling her head throb as she stood up, feeling a slight dizziness. Bringing her hand to her head, she heard knocks on the door again. With trembling movements, (Y/N) left the bed, rubbing her eyes as she fought against the dizziness that threatened to unbalance her. With each knock that resonated, the sting in her mind became sharper. Upon opening the door, she found herself facing Loreé.
"Good morning, Miss (Y/N)." the blonde girl with green eyes had a soft and gentle tone, having been one of the few human companions she had had contact with since arriving at the Chancellor's house, the employees were very reserved, they did not tend to move much around the house, no more than necessary, each of them remained focused and retracted to their functions. "Is everything alright?" her gentle tone gave way to concern, seeing that (Y/N) looked pale and tired.
"Just a headache, good morning Loreé." she smiled gently, her voice hoarse and heavy with sleep.
She still felt the tension in her body, her mind still weighed down with what she had seen in her nightmare, it seemed so real. She could feel that presence, it was almost as if she could touch it. Those eyes were very familiar, but every time she tried to search through her mind, she felt her head throb and a strong buzzing in her ears, it was an anguishing sensation.
