Giants once roamed here, thousands of years ago the towering creatures moved across the landscape as they lived out their simple lives. A time came when their world was fallen upon by the galaxy, and in time all that would remain were bone and stone monoliths that marked the dead. What little life remained, what sadden tales as the last beast fell with nothing remaining to bury its flesh and let its spirit rest as others of its kind were allowed. The world then became a place of death, with hundreds of neighboring worlds ferrying their dead to bury them among the towering memorials of a dead world devoid of life. All there was, nothing more than ruins and graves, memorials dotting the land.
How saddening that these massive beasts, these warriors of strength were unable to foresee their own demise with that first act of their repulsion of those that sought to enslave them. The maddening thought that they were no longer, though it soothed the Dark Lady to think that perhaps some would serve the Great Old One as it slumbered and merely were awaiting for the day in which they would return. For the Dark Lady it was a blissful place of peace and quiet away from the noisy and polluted galaxy that was blinded.
Sith and Jedi fought, and politicians used it as a means to grab more and more power. The people lead by those with everything, stepping upon them and squandering their resources as they moved from world to world. With a heavy sigh the Dark Lady moved along the length of an ancient skeleton that was half buried. Stopping as she reached the head, her hand silently gliding across its cheek in a loving manner as if she were a mother comforting her child.
"Such a poor state to find you in. No flesh upon your bones. No spirit within your breath. Just white of death."
Whispering to the skeleton, speaking with it and showing her inner madness, or was it her inner self and the truth that she knew. All things would become like this, though some would become eternal and thrive forever more in a deep slumber. Quietly she moved among the graves as she allowed her fingers to dance upon the stone.
How saddening that these massive beasts, these warriors of strength were unable to foresee their own demise with that first act of their repulsion of those that sought to enslave them. The maddening thought that they were no longer, though it soothed the Dark Lady to think that perhaps some would serve the Great Old One as it slumbered and merely were awaiting for the day in which they would return. For the Dark Lady it was a blissful place of peace and quiet away from the noisy and polluted galaxy that was blinded.
Sith and Jedi fought, and politicians used it as a means to grab more and more power. The people lead by those with everything, stepping upon them and squandering their resources as they moved from world to world. With a heavy sigh the Dark Lady moved along the length of an ancient skeleton that was half buried. Stopping as she reached the head, her hand silently gliding across its cheek in a loving manner as if she were a mother comforting her child.
"Such a poor state to find you in. No flesh upon your bones. No spirit within your breath. Just white of death."
Whispering to the skeleton, speaking with it and showing her inner madness, or was it her inner self and the truth that she knew. All things would become like this, though some would become eternal and thrive forever more in a deep slumber. Quietly she moved among the graves as she allowed her fingers to dance upon the stone.