B E A C O N
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Meaning. The galaxy is an almost infinitely large expanse, a disc within with quadrillions of lives start and end. Life, death, birth, marriage. From the dawn of time all those capable of sentient thought sought out a greater purpose - or perhaps it was because they sought out a greater purpose that they were bestowed with such levels of sentience. Some believed it was death in honor, warrior races that fought for glory to bring written immortality to their kin and leave themselves in the annals of time as martyrs, heroes, villains, but even recorded history faded into obscurity at some point. Others believed it was living a life of good - or arguably bad - choices, be those choices performed with the intentions of good or evil, but those who lived this way simply faded into obscurity and never reached any closer to that eerie than the fools that brought about their own demise.For ten millennia - no, more - Braith dwelt in the realm of the living, locked in a limbo of life and simply ceasing to be. Like many others there was a time where she wondered if there was a reason for her being, a reason that her lungs inhaled and exhaled, that blood flowed through her veins, and why she could even comprehend her own thoughts. The force, of course, had been her first confidante, and though she'd peered into the swirling chaos that was fate she could not find a hint of truth, of meaning. Long ago she had understood that her title as a god was merely that, though her power perhaps did grant her such a likeness, and through this she knew that there had to have been something else to have brought about her existence, something higher, something divine. The only entity that could truly be everywhere and yet nowhere was the source of all of the power and knowledge in the galaxy - the force.
Yet when she looked into those swirling currents that appeared only as a single truth, one singular piece of evidence was more prevalent than the rest - the nature of their creation, of all creation. There is no purpose in breathing, in bleeding, in living and dying, than to rut, to grunt, and to breed more parasitic beings to inhabit the all-giving galaxy. Everyone, throughout the galaxy, are dying to live when all they live for is to die another day. For ten thousand years that thought festered in her head and she came to know it as fact, no amount of delving into the past through the force could change the solidity of that truth.
When her tomb had been opened, ten thousand and a quarter years later, and the Jedi Master Corvus Raaf stood above her prone and defenseless body there was no doubt in her mind that the mindless cycle would pluck her from its wheel and toss her aside as it had done to everyone else that had lived, breathed, and then died. She had felt the urge to kill, the rage and the vengeance, and though the Jedi denied even the slightest of her suspicions that day, there was no escaping the past. The Jedi, Corvus Raaf, had meant to kill her.
Why hadn't she?
It was dawn again - or was it dusk? - when Braith stirred in the sheets, wearing only the clothing suitable for sleep in her time to bed. Bluntly, she wore a shirt and nothing else. By her side was the beautiful enigma that was [member="Corvus Raaf"]. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved her, that it was reciprocated tenfold in return, and while she looked upon the peacefully sleeping Jedi those thoughts couldn't help but wander back into her head, only now there was an answer to all those years of searching, of questioning life itself. She sat upright, hands propping her up with her back against the pillow behind her, and smiled up at the ceiling. Here she had everything she could have asked for with happiness, love, and belonging. Sure, the physical pleasures that came with the emotional were much desired, but even if she had to remain celibate for all eternity, if Corvus remained at her side and shared the love she carried for her it would be an eternity worth living.
Life had its riddles, its tricks and its lies, even a truth in the eyes of the force could simply be an illusion, a misleading sign to bring about change. If she had found the purpose she'd been looking for in those dreams there would have never been a moment like this, never a woman like Corvus to sleep beside and hold. Darkness would have devoured her frozen heart and she would have ripped apart the galaxy before disappearing like the rest of the romanticists, just another name and just another story. There was no meaning in glory, none in honor nor evil or good. Life's only meaning was what one experienced along its dirt road. The beginning was a means to an end, and the end was to stop moving forwards. The only real meaning in life, the only real purpose, was to make the best out of what hell one was put into. And for the woman that had been raised as the harbinger of a planet's destruction, as the goddess of eternal night, who had been betrayed by her friends and deceived by her teachers, this new life was a welcomed heaven compared to that eon of confinement.
Looking down at Corvus with that same, thoughtful, smile on her lips, Braith leaned down and pushed the long locks of hair from her lover's face. Gingerly she pressed her lips to the woman's forehead and laid back down beside her, content. Soon, very soon judging by the restlessness of the Jedi's legs beneath the covers, Corvus would wake and the next day of their adventure in life would begin and she could think of no better way to spend the day than by this woman's side. If there was any purpose in her living, and meaning in this life, then Corvus was it.
Until she had met Corvus, Braith had never truly lived, and now she realized that, understood that.
To love, that was the meaning of life - the greater purpose.