The crater simmered with age old light. Leaned against the hull of his companion's ship, Cavo could feel the vibrations, the echoing howls of a world savaged more than a century ago, a mouth wrenched open in pain and still screaming into the void. Still screaming. Even now, even when countless other wounds had healed, this one remained to bleed flames into the sky. The weather was clear and cold tonight. Too cold. The atmosphere was thinner that it had been. So much of it had been lost to space, cast out with a thousand tons of rock by the laser that had fallen. Cavo drew his cloak close around him at the thought. Memories of blaster fire and steel suddenly crowded close.
The Force rippled strangely. On Ajan Kloss, the dance was quick and constant, step on step on step, never missing a beat and never changing pace. Here, the past and the present fought for control. No medicine could be brought to heal such a wound. A century old memory would vie for control of this place for all eternity, until Jedha finally tore itself apart. The pain was not ready to let the world erase it. Only in true death would the balance be restored. This thought did not come to Cavo; he dreamed that perhaps there was a way to save this place. Perhaps there was life in it yet, if the Force had brought them here.
A gust of wind hurled sand into the air. Cavo's eyes followed the curve of a dune, the waves of sand that rolled forever into the distance. It was surreal, to be stood beside such a great gorge that gave way so completely to endless calm. He saw the conflict illustrated more clearly there. The world of sand that wanted to move on and the darkness that needed to scream. A pain that needed to be remembered.
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