The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head.
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight;
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night,
A frightening shadow, flickering light,
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight,

What dreams may come, both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.


High above the surface of Coruscant, Chancellor Adhira Chandra is held in stasis - a medically induced coma - while her body heals from the brutal attack she suffered at the hands of the MAW Assassin Chimera. Her daughters and a small gathering of a religious order sway quietly to the rhythmic sound of Adhira's monitored heartbeats and pray for recovery. Periodically. a swarm of medical droids poke and prod at the seemingly lifeless body of old woman, but each day brings the same. Sleep.