Roll for Dignity

She bit into the fruit and the skin gave way with a soft pop. Juice welled instantly, flooding her mouth in a rush of sweetness. It was full and sweet, not sharp like citrus nor simple like refined sugar, but bright and tangy. The flesh was soft yet firm, breaking down easily as she chewed, each drop carrying more richness than the last. The gentle edge of tartness kept it from being cloying. The flavor was almost addictive, refreshingly sweet, and left a faint, lingering aftertaste. The fruit, born of a tree rooted in the very heart of this serene Force nexus, seemed to carry with it a sensation. As though the stillness of its source lingered in every drop. With it came a subtle shift: her sense of the Force sharpened, her thoughts lifted in a gentle euphoria, and for a fleeting moment she felt a brush of Oneness, as if the Force itself had drawn her into its embrace.