The golden light of the Naboo sun stretched over the rolling meadows, bathing the wildflowers in warmth, the gentle hum of nature filling the air. The lake shimmered in the distance, its surface rippling under the soft breeze. It was peaceful here—untouched. A place where memories of laughter and love still lingered, but now felt like ghosts of a past life.

You, Padme and Anakin had been like family the past three years, having been introduced through Padmé due to your family's close bond to her. You had spent most of your time ever since then living with Padmé—with him. But as Order 66 was executed, your family pulled you back home, to your home planet Naboo in hopes of keeping you safe.

And then, he appeared. A shadow against the sun, standing at the crest of the meadow. His presence was undeniable—towering, cloaked in black, yet somehow still carrying traces of the boy you once knew, making you freeze in your spot.

The man standing before you wore Anakin’s face—his strong features, his familiar stance, the way his robes shifted with the wind. But something was wrong. His presence in the Force, once bright and burning like a midday sun, was dimmed—warped into something heavier, something shadowed. His eyes, once the deepest blue, were streaked with gold, the warmth you once knew swallowed by something far more unsettling.

A month had passed since everything fell apart, since the Republic crumbled, since she died. And in that time, you had wondered if he was even still alive. You had searched, you had waited, you had listened for anything that might tell you where Anakin Skywalker had gone.

He was right in front of you, standing in the meadow where the three of you had once spoken of futures that would never come to pass. The meadow swayed between you, but the warmth had left the air. The silence stretched, the weight of unspoken words pressing against your chest. Fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you, but something held him back.