Entry Number 050603A

"The Force flows through all of us, just who is capable to yield it?" He muses, furrowing his brows gently. I nod and stare at my hands, towards my blue veins against my wrists.

"I understand. It makes sense, I suppose." I look at Rogan and Rose, before I feel the light from beside me disappear.

"Be wise and kind, Vestar. Speak to your father, he has much to tell you."

I slip into slumber once again, hoping I don't forget the dream by the other morning. I wish I asked more questions, now that I look back.

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