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Rey kneels in the sand on Tatooine, holding Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. The twin suns cast long shadows as they begin their descent beneath the horizon.
Across the galaxy, Ben kneels in the soft grass of Naboo, holding Leia Organa’s lightsaber. The sky is dark, caught in the quiet moment just before dawn.
“Be at peace,” Rey says.
“Thank you,” Ben whispers. “Mom.”
Their eyes close, and the lightsabers sink into the ground, burying deep into the homeworlds of the Skywalker twins.
The Force hums, a breath of air that ruffles both their hair.
Balance.
When they open their eyes, they’re staring at each other, connected once more by their bond.
Rey holds out her hand, and Ben takes it.
Together, they rise—Rey watching the sunset, and Ben staring at the sunrise.