
Ancient Ruin, Ilum
It was a miracle he had found this place, a literal miracle. The force was strong on this world, he could feel its ebb and flow as it pulsated around him, it had pulled him here. For what purpose? He was unsure. Ssalei would sit cross legged in the center of a flooded underground cave that had at one point been carved into a meditation chamber for some Jedi seeking to flee from the busier parts of this previously sacred world. His eyes would focus on the intricate carving of the symbol of the Jedi order, who ever carved it must have taken literal years with stone tools to create such a masterpiece... perhaps it was his form of meditation? Soon his eyes would close and he would let out a long and steady exhale, beginning to meditate. He had come to Ilum, well, pulled to Ilum, seeking answers. Answers to what? Well, he hoped to have that answered. He wasn't entirely sure what exactly he was doing, not just on Ilum but the galaxy at large. Designed to be the pawn of a sith's desire to bring back a dead species, Ssalei was lost. His destiny was a sham. His brothers and sisters abandoned him, seeking to cling to their father's vision. And here he was surrounded by rock and ice.
In front of him a metal rod would begin to float from his lap to eye level, the beginnings of his lightsaber. He had come across texts telling the process that Jedi had once formed their sabers here, and he had managed to get this far. Yet, the kyber crystals were rare, he had not felt their pull... maybe they were all gone? The pieces of the saber would slowly come apart, each piece beginning to float around him like moons orbiting a world. Slowly, as he meditated on the force, he would assemble the saber for the thousandth time, hoping that with continued meditation he would find answers to his questions, or at the very least finally find a kyber crystal.