Voices of The Deep
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There came at least one time in every persons life when they questioned everything about themselves...rather it was who that were...where they had come from...or even where they were going. Every young person had to walk the path of self discovery where they truly 'found themselves'...some walked the path of light...others the darkness. Others simply dismissed either side and lived life on the edge...bounty hunters, assassins, mercenaries and pirates. It seemed there was no one who ever desired to seek the truth...
But, in the galaxy they lived in today the truth seemed to be a rather fickle thing...almost like smoke. Everytime you reached out to touch it the damn thing just slipped through your fingers. But if one dedicated themselves then they would realize what it took to catch smoke.
You breath it in...inhale it through your lunges and trap it within yourself. That was the one way to catch smoke...and Winter had caught it...after so many years she no longer saw the truth...she 'felt' it. In her very soul...every fiber of her being.
And as the cloaked woman sat on a mountain top her gaze wandered over the blue skies of Utapau. Meditating...focusing...the truth would set her free. One way, or another.
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But, in the galaxy they lived in today the truth seemed to be a rather fickle thing...almost like smoke. Everytime you reached out to touch it the damn thing just slipped through your fingers. But if one dedicated themselves then they would realize what it took to catch smoke.
You breath it in...inhale it through your lunges and trap it within yourself. That was the one way to catch smoke...and Winter had caught it...after so many years she no longer saw the truth...she 'felt' it. In her very soul...every fiber of her being.
And as the cloaked woman sat on a mountain top her gaze wandered over the blue skies of Utapau. Meditating...focusing...the truth would set her free. One way, or another.
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