Scene: “Twilight Throne.” Location: The shattered temple of Jedha.. now buried beneath fallen stone and consumed by silence. A place once holy. Now corrupted by time, and by her presence. The faint red glow of the saberstaff danced across the temple’s ruined murals as Rey stood upon a dais that once hosted Jedi rituals. Now it was hers. She ran her fingers over a broken fresco, one that showed the balance of light and dark. Her hand lingered on the shadows. The Force here whispered. It didn’t scream in warning like it had before.. it murmured. As if approving. “You feel it, too, don’t you?” she said into the emptiness, her voice echoing off cracked pillars. “The weakness of the light. The hunger of truth.” Her saber ignited with a hiss.. two crimson blades casting long shadows. “I didn’t come here to meditate. I came here… to be found.” She turned slowly toward the entrance. The Force trembled. Someone was near. “Show yourself. I’m not hiding.”