The Spacepiress of Chaos
The Netherworld of the Force is a place of unknowable mysteries, with innumerable planes and places of existence each within the twisting and everchanging confines of the Mist-Beyond. From verdant gardens to chaotic realms of blood and fear, there is always something just beyond the veil that separates the realm of the living from the realm beyond.
Throughout the year there is a barrier that encompasses the known Galaxy, keeping the two realms separate, yet, there is one day in the year that the veil weakens and those that dwell beyond can return to the other side. Many cultures have their lore and holidays that celebrate this time, from the simple costumes and children asking for treats to the more somber days of remembrance and prayer. This day has many names, yet, most in the Galaxy know it best as Halloween...
When the veil grows thin and the crypt doors creak, tombstones quake and force spirits come out for a singing wake. It materializes from the depths of the Netherworld of the Force where it sits, waiting all year, for this day, the day of All Hallows' Eve... Reports and rumors abound, whispers jump from lip to ear; from Coruscant to Alderaan, Fondor to Kuat, Hapes to Copero...
The Pumpkin Patch has appeared...
All across the Galaxy, a mysterious shimmer has appeared, a gateway into the world beyond that leads to a strange and almost magical Pumpkin Patch. An eternal twilight grips the sky, as though the Sun were always just about to dip below the horizon, creating a mural of deep purples, pinks, and oranges setting the scene that awaits. Music fills the air, dancing upon the stillness, from a band of Scarecrows sitting outside the door of a large red barn. Within the Barn itself are a variety of activities for both Child and Adult alike, and an unseen force keeps the drinks flowing at the bar in the back.
Stretched out from the Barn in all directions as far as the eye can see are pumpkins, vast patches that are watched over by the unmoving scarecrows. Some patches are larger than others, and colossal pumpkins have been carefully carved into a myriad of designs, with some even housing smaller parties and get-togethers among those in attendance. At the very edge of the fields is the veil, a twisting, rolling wall of mist from which stranges and eerie noises issue forth; fear not, for the scarecrows remain ever vigilant, watching for threats to the Pumpkin Patch and those that would enjoy its splendor.
Feint outlines of attendants on planets across the Galaxy can be seen, feint voices heard, and grinning spirits have come to socialize.