Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
"All that is seen is nothing but an extension of the unseen," Akio mused as he watched the flower blossom float gently on the breeze. The poetic Chiss shifted his weight from the wooden staff he was leaning on, extending his hand.
With the Force, he stretched out before it touched his hand, wrapping tendrils of the Force energy around it, keeping it floating, suspended delicately before him. The Chiss smiled, and with a flick of his fingers and his mind made it begin to spin, "For all that we see, be it nothing more than a mirroring of what we cannot," He saw the beautiful blossom's white petals from every angle, drinking in the beauty, 'For we do know the body is nothing but an extension of the spirit, and as that, an extension of the Living Force, binding us, connecting us, and making us all one and yet," the breeze lifted again, growing in strength. Akio watched as the blossom sailed far away on its wave, "yet distinct."
He turned with a calm smile, the smile of one who was on a spiritual journey. He did not know why he was here, like the blossom riding on the wind, he was riding on the Living Force's whim. He knew not where he would go or what he would do, all he did was follow the every flowing guidance of the Force. In return for some menial labor the Chiss had been given a ride to this world. He had no credits, only his sword, armor, a few possessions, packed neatly in a small bundle on his back.
His golden and crimson colored robes hung loosely around the Chiss' body as he traveled lightly across the countryside surface in a dazed half-meditation. The Force would guide him. He knew it would.
With the Force, he stretched out before it touched his hand, wrapping tendrils of the Force energy around it, keeping it floating, suspended delicately before him. The Chiss smiled, and with a flick of his fingers and his mind made it begin to spin, "For all that we see, be it nothing more than a mirroring of what we cannot," He saw the beautiful blossom's white petals from every angle, drinking in the beauty, 'For we do know the body is nothing but an extension of the spirit, and as that, an extension of the Living Force, binding us, connecting us, and making us all one and yet," the breeze lifted again, growing in strength. Akio watched as the blossom sailed far away on its wave, "yet distinct."
He turned with a calm smile, the smile of one who was on a spiritual journey. He did not know why he was here, like the blossom riding on the wind, he was riding on the Living Force's whim. He knew not where he would go or what he would do, all he did was follow the every flowing guidance of the Force. In return for some menial labor the Chiss had been given a ride to this world. He had no credits, only his sword, armor, a few possessions, packed neatly in a small bundle on his back.
His golden and crimson colored robes hung loosely around the Chiss' body as he traveled lightly across the countryside surface in a dazed half-meditation. The Force would guide him. He knew it would.