A Stone, Somewhere In The Woods, Wednesday

[endsthegame]

The stone's influence had only just begun to take root. Here, deep in its hiding place between the trees, it continued to thrum with a quiet, internal light. A peaceful one, that exuded a quiet comfort that stretched across the island, diffuse.

And all the while, it sang.

If you dream them, they will come.

Dream, Fandom, and come to it, and it will call out for you.

[[ for dreamers looking to touch the stone and add their loved ones' return addresses. nfb. ]]

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[saddeserthermit]

It had been a restless night. Scraps of memory passed through his mind, sensory input from years ago: a familiar face, with familiar hair, berating him in such a familiar way.

Obi-Wan had woken up with a small smile on his face, unsure.

He had reached into the Force, and the Force had tugged on him gently, and he had followed it here. For a good cause, apparently. There was nothing malevolent about the stone's aura. It was almost comforting.

He reached forth and touched it but once, gently.

"I trust you have an escape plan, then?"
"As always, my dear."

Something in his mind eased.

Then he turned and went.