Cyril Khan
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The morning sun rose over the horizon pouring light through the many windows of the Temple on Ossus. Tían Velvar sat in a meditation stance inside his room. The open door to his empty room faced his back. Only his lightsaber decorated the dull quarters. The Jedi sat completely upright and motionless, but his eyes were firmly closed. Anyone who saw him would have trouble telling it he rested in meditation or sleep. The master, however, hardly slept; he spent his nights in meditation, using the Force to regenerate his body. He knew he was nothing more than the tool of the Force, and thus he need to remain completely connected to it. Thus in his meditation he looked upon the Force within and external. The world as it pertained to him was clearly insignificant to the world he sensed about him. In his nightly meditation, hardly anything within himself went unnoticed, and the same was with those things happening around him. The councilor seemed vulnerable in his state, but in reality he was at his strongest. He could not reach a better state of communion with the Force.