THE FORCE CRYSTALLIZES, refracting light && shadows into the impression of a living being; a summoned memory with a smile face as paradoxically ephemeral && constant as a sunset. An aureola of lambent light encircles the man’s head, appearing to diffuse a radiance in the dense shadow of the trees. Despite all this light, one half of his face remains permanently shaded; artificial mazes of broken machinery lurk in the darkness of it. It’s manner, however, is friendly.
❝ Ben. ❞ An echo walks with his words. ❝ I regret that we are only speaking now in the wake of such a tragedy. ❞
ghost grandpa + baby skywalker: @fineknight










