She had not forgotten the peace of this place.
Miya had not lived the life that she had imagined when she was taken by the Order. From a child she was told grand things about the Galaxy and the Force that bound it all together. With pride she had risen amongst her peers, and with curiosity she had delved into the knowledge of what was and what could be. Wonder was with her, and in all things that she had done. To be a Jedi was her honor, and to be the product of that wondrous people was, at the time, her only want.
Things had changed, since then.
Before her eyes the Galaxy had fallen from grace. In its place had come chaos and unmoving. Stagnation had strangled the Jedi Order, and in its place came the unspoken evils of that once-great people. She had seen it. Nobody had listened to her, at the time, and it seemed that the Light she had once known was doomed to be consumed by Darkness. Things happened. She fell from grace. In her urge to save herself, she had become something different. Something that she wasn't always sure if she liked. It was chaos, in her mind, and she often thought harshly of herself.
It was still peaceful here.
Tython had been a serene place far before her, and she presumed it would stay that way long after she had passed unto the Cosmic Force. Any true Sith would have despised this place; cursed its wretched name, but it was here that Mi found a long-forgotten solace in the ruins of those ancient temples constructed by the great elder Jedi she learned about as a Padawan. She had lost her touch with the Light so long ago, but her connection with the Force had not wavered, and it was here that she felt its presence more than ever.
But she played a dangerous game.
There was Darkness around her. It was seething, as the Bogan often was, and it took root around her, like a beacon that would surely send a chill down the spine of any Jedi wise enough to sense her presence. It was rare that anyone came to this particular site, but rare did not mean impossible.