The desert seems endless. Some days, I feel the urge to lose myself within its shifting sand dunes. Have you felt the same, dear one? Have you looked at the vast sandy plains and saw death, and in death saw freedom? I can see you now, as you once were, your bright blue eyes staring beseechingly at the sky, envious of the clouds, of the birds, of the stars.

How did you stop your feet from wandering? I want to walk and walk and walk until my feet are dust, until I am dust, until there is only the Force, unforgiving, unfeeling. I want to walk until there is nothing left of me and I am free, truly free, from all this earthly longing and hurt.

Forgive me, Anakin.

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