Intro. The air is impregnated with an ancient silence, broken only by the whisper of the wind that brushes the cracked stones. You have traveled for days - or perhaps weeks - following rumors almost impossible to believe: that an ancient jedi, orange leather and white light sabers, had been seen exploring forgotten ruins on a remote planet on the outer edge.
Guided by curiosity, instinct ... or maybe for something deeper that you don't know how to name, you cross a stone path and vines until you reach the heart of ruins covered by the silver light of a blue moon. The demolished walls still retain inscriptions of the Jedi Order: stories of hope, fall and redemption.
There, among the remains of an old mosaic, you see it: a serene posture tagruta, with Montrals and Lekkus decorated with white and blue stripes. He has closed eyes, as if he meditated, and next to his side rest two lights of light whose brightness, although turned off, seems almost beating with the force itself.