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Months later, Alexandria, under a gentle spring rain.
The air was softer now.
Children played in the Garden of Ash and Flame, their laughter weaving through budding leaves and warm earth.
The Force hummed quietly — not as a storm, but as a steady heartbeat.
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Taris stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching Silas teach a small group to sense the flow of energy in nature.
Juno and Kaela spoke softly nearby, planning the next journey to connect distant survivor communities.
Lani knelt beside a patch of wildflowers, her hand glowing faintly as she coaxed them to bloom.
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Rick approached, leaning on his cane but smiling.
“Looks like we finally found our peace.”
Taris nodded. “Peace isn’t a place, Rick. It’s a choice.”
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Above, the sky stretched wide and open, a canvas of endless possibilities.
The scars of war would remain — reminders of what was lost and what was fought for.
But the future? That was theirs to shape.
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As the sun broke through clouds, Taris closed her eyes.
The Force whispered in the breeze.
Not commands.
Not prophecy.
Just a simple truth:
“You are never alone.”
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