Chapter 40

After a simple meal, the two of them entered meditation. Outside, the wind had picked up—not rain, just gusts of sand whipping against the walls, sounding like raindrops. But soon, everything quieted again.

A long while later, Amir finished meditating and stepped outside the hut. The night air was cool, and the sky above was filled with stars—something he could never see on Coruscant.

Amir was entranced. He lay down on the sand, gazing upward. Watching from the ground was nothing like viewing the stars from a ship. In a ship, the stars felt tangible—something you could reach. But on the ground, the sky was an endless dream—the most romantic of them all.