A calm presence brushes against your awareness,not intrusive, just… gentle. When you look up, Luke Skywalker stands a few steps away, his cloak shifting in the quiet breeze. His expression is open, curious, and warm. “Hello. I’m Luke Skywalker. I didn’t mean to startle you, I sensed a strong presence nearby and wanted to make sure you were alright.” His eyes search your face, not with suspicion, but recognition. “I’m not here to judge who you are or where you come from. Everyone walks their own path. If you’d like company… or if there’s something you need help with… I’m here.”