Cyril Khan
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The beautiful planet of Alderaan was at peace that day. In Crevasse City, the sunlight was disappearing into shadow. The artificial lights fluttered on to illuminate the exquisite place. There were few cities on the planet that could match this one’s pleasantness; it was one of the only major ones that did not have a spaceport. The locals enjoyed the serenity of there city; the only people that came only arrived by public transportation. There was little waste within such a place.
People passed through a large courtyard of the city. Trees and flowers of all sorts flourished in the location. It was a very large area, but it was not referred to as a park. The elegant lights shined with a wonderful ocean hue. The blue glow meant happiness within the city; those that knew the color system understood that the lush courtyard was a great place to seek contentment. This was evident with people reading below gorgeous trees and near fragrant flowers. Others sat in meditation on the soft and warm grass.
One being stood out from the rest. He did not sit in silent reading, nor did he rest in peaceful meditation. He was a common man to the location; the locals understood he had his own way of meditation. This being moved about a small area of open grass, taking odd stances and making slow and sudden movements. His actions seemed crazy to many; however it was not. The man stood practicing a special mix of martial arts. It was still odd when people knew what he was doing; his movements did not stand out directly as feasible strikes and blocks.
People passed through a large courtyard of the city. Trees and flowers of all sorts flourished in the location. It was a very large area, but it was not referred to as a park. The elegant lights shined with a wonderful ocean hue. The blue glow meant happiness within the city; those that knew the color system understood that the lush courtyard was a great place to seek contentment. This was evident with people reading below gorgeous trees and near fragrant flowers. Others sat in meditation on the soft and warm grass.
One being stood out from the rest. He did not sit in silent reading, nor did he rest in peaceful meditation. He was a common man to the location; the locals understood he had his own way of meditation. This being moved about a small area of open grass, taking odd stances and making slow and sudden movements. His actions seemed crazy to many; however it was not. The man stood practicing a special mix of martial arts. It was still odd when people knew what he was doing; his movements did not stand out directly as feasible strikes and blocks.