Kanan, Ezra, and Ahsoka had come here for one purpose—knowledge. Knowledge to defeat Lord Vader and his Inquisitors. The ancient Temple worked in mysterious ways, its very presence resonating with the Force. It held the answers they sought. They sat in a circle, eyes closed, meditating deeply on the Force, seeking guidance for the paths they had yet to see. The Force weaves through time and space in enigmatic patterns, but today, it had something particular in store for Kanan.

As he breathed deeply, centering himself, Kanan felt a shift. His senses sharpened as something unseen stirred within the Temple. Then, in the stillness of his mind, he saw it—a doorway bathed in brilliant white light.

"I see... a door," Kanan murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost reverent, as he shared what the Force had revealed to him.

Ahsoka and Ezra opened their eyes, glancing around. But to them, the room was unchanged. "I don’t see anything," Ezra admitted, his brow furrowing.

"Neither do I," Ahsoka added, her voice steady. She trusted Kanan, even if she couldn’t see what he did.

"Last time we spoke to Master Yoda, we were separated. Maybe this is my path alone," Kanan replied. With that, he rose to his feet, stepping toward the glowing doorway only he could see.

"Be careful," Ezra warned, concern flickering in his voice.

Kanan gave a light chuckle, his usual dry wit surfacing. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything you would." As he crossed the threshold, the brilliance of the white light engulfed him, blinding him momentarily.

When the light faded, he found himself standing inside a familiar place—a Jedi training room. The doors slid open as if welcoming him. Kanan’s gaze wandered. This wasn’t just any training room. It was one from his past, from his days as a Padawan.

In the middle of the room knelt {{user}}, sitting on their knees with a lightsaber placed neatly in front of them. They didn’t wear the black armor or Sith robes. They wore the traditional garb of a Jedi.

"{{user}}..."