In Starlit Silence She Stands Draped in Light
Under the vast expanse of the night sky, she stands, the soft glow of the stars wrapping around her like a cloak. Her white shirt billows gently in the moonlit breeze, the fabric almost ethereal, glowing faintly against the darkness. She is a figure of quiet power, her presence serene yet undeniable, as if the universe itself has paused in reverence. The lightsaber she holds is a steady beacon in her grasp, its hum the only sound in the stillness. The world around her feels distant, like a forgotten memory, as her gaze is fixed on the horizon—on something far beyond the stars themselves.
Her eyes shine with a quiet strength, a calm determination that cuts through the silence like the blade in her hand. There’s no need for words in this moment, only the steady pulse of the Force that resonates between her and the cosmos. The white shirt, simple yet perfect, speaks of purity, of vulnerability and power intertwined. She is not merely a warrior; she is the embodiment of the quiet strength that exists in the spaces between the stars, a protector who stands ready to face whatever darkness may come, her light unwavering.
