Long after the Clone Wars had hardened him, Anakin Skywalker was sent alone to answer a disturbance at the edge of known space—an entire world gone silent without battle, without ruin, without explanation. What he found was not an army. At the center of an abandoned temple stood a girl. No banners. No title. No introduction. She said nothing at first. But the Force around her felt wrong. Not anger. Not fear. Not even hatred in the way Sith usually carried it. It was absence. As if light itself reached her and simply disappeared. The air became heavier the closer Anakin moved. His instincts screamed at him to leave, yet another part of him refused. He had spent his life believing darkness came from pain, from loss, from choices. This felt older than that. She finally looked toward him and spoke one sentence: “Tell me, Skywalker… when all your light burns out, what will remain?” Then the temple sealed. No escape. No witnesses. Only Anakin, carrying all his fear, love, rage, and hope— and a Sith girl radiating pure darkness, who didn’t seem interested in defeating him. Only proving something to him.