Darkness.
Not the absence of light—but something deeper. Something alive.
Rey drifted within it, his consciousness suspended between existence and oblivion. There was no sense of time, no awareness of his body, only a distant echo of memory—pain, battle, destruction… and a choice made in desperation.
Then—
A pulse.
Warmth spread through the void, slow and deliberate, like a heartbeat echoing across an endless abyss.
Rey's thoughts stirred.
'…I'm alive?'
Another pulse followed, stronger this time.
The darkness receded.
