Silver Star

The Archives were quieter than she expected.
Eve had always thought of them as a place of learning, movement, purpose; a sanctuary where knowledge was constantly being discovered, sifted through, and passed on. But now, as she stepped past the grand entrance, past the towering rows of carefully preserved texts and shimmering holocrons, the silence pressed against her ears. She wasn't sure why she came here.
Her steps were slow, almost uncertain, her boots barely making a sound against the polished floor. She had no particular goal, no research to conduct, no assignment to complete. In truth, she wasn't even sure she could focus on words right now, no matter how ancient or wise they were.
And yet, here she was.
Eve wandered between the shelves, fingers trailing absently along the spines of old manuscripts. Her mind was restless, filled with fragments of battles, echoes of voices, the sharp scent of smoke and blood that still hadn't quite left her memory. It felt wrong, somehow, to be here in this place of stillness, when her thoughts refused to be still.
She exhaled, drawing herself inward. Focus. Breathe.
She finally stopped before a small study alcove, where a handful of datapads lay stacked neatly beside an archive terminal. The chair beside it was empty. She hesitated for a moment before sinking into the seat, brushing her fingers over the cool surface of the desk. From habit more than intent, she tapped the terminal's search function. The soft blue glow flickered to life, awaiting her query. Her fingers hovered over the keys.
She could search for anything. Jedi history. Battle strategy. The teachings of those who had come before her. Something useful. Something to help her feel like she was moving forward, instead of being stuck in the space between. Instead, without thinking, she typed:
// How do Jedi live with the things they've seen? //
The words looked strange on the screen, out of place in a database filled with knowledge of lightsaber forms and galactic history. A stupid question. Maybe one with no answer. She sighed and deleted it. Instead, she searched for something quieter. Something that wouldn't remind her of war.
// The relationship between the Jedi and nature. //
The results flickered into view, and she let herself breathe. Maybe this was what she needed. Not strategies. Not doctrine. Just something simple, something that reminded her of who she was before everything changed.