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Now, nighttime had fallen or - at least, since it was difficult to determine nightfall in the onyx abyss of space - Han had set the Millennium Falcon to autopilot and all on board had taken one of the ship's bedrooms each. Zara was wrapped in the cotton blankets Han had provided her with, in a room that was the size of her wardrobe on the Death Star.
In the vast expanse of her subconscious, Zara was dreaming. She found herself engulfed in an abyss of darkness that stretched infinitely in all directions. It was a void devoid of light, a desolate realm where shadows danced and whispered secrets long forgotten. The darkness pressed in on her from all sides, suffocating her senses and drowning her in a sea of uncertainty.
Amidst the oppressive gloom, Zara felt a profound sense of isolation—a lone figure adrift in the cosmic expanse of her mind, severed from the world of the awake. The void seemed to swallow her whole, consuming her whole and erasing the boundaries of her existence.
But then, like a flicker of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, a glimmer of light pierced through the shadows—a radiant beacon that beckoned to her from afar. At first, it was but a distant speck in the vast emptiness, a faint spark of luminescence against the inky blackness.
As Zara's eyes adjusted to the feeble glow, she realised that the light took on a humanoid form—a spectral figure bathed in ethereal radiance. Its features were indistinct, shrouded in a haze of brilliance that seemed to defy comprehension. Yet, there was something undeniably alluring about the luminous being, a magnetic pull that drew her towards it with an irresistible force.
With a hesitant curiosity, Zara reached out towards the radiant figure, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The light danced before her like a ghostly apparition, its form shifting and twisting in the ever-changing currents of the void. It seemed to beckon to her, to guide her towards a truth hidden within the depths of her subconscious.
Solaris.
And as Zara followed the elusive light through the darkness, she felt a sense of purpose stirring within her—a flicker of resolve amidst the consuming gloom. For in the radiant glow of Solaris, she sensed the promise of revelation, something waiting to be uncovered. Before, he had solely navigated her through the light, yet now that she was in the darkness, he must have some light to reveal to her.
With each passing moment, his light grew brighter, his brilliance illuminating the shadows and banishing the darkness that clung to her like a cloak. And as Zara pressed on towards the luminous beacon, she felt a surge of hope rising within her—a glimmer of light amidst the all-consuming night.
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Suddenly, Zara found herself standing on the rugged surface of the obscure planet of Scarif, a world shrouded in mystery and veiled in shadows. The air was thick with the haunting melodies of unseen creatures, and the landscape was a tapestry of jagged rocks and twisted vegetation.
