After her first vision, Ahsoka began to have a recurring vision. It lasted only a few moments, but it left her heart racing and her body covered in sweat. She could see only the black interior of a mechanical device, full of dark, twisted wires. They went every which way, but she could not tell what they powered. The apparatus was accompanied by a wheezing breath and a methodical clanking. It seemed to beat to the same rhythm as her own heart. The breathing was harsh and painful, while the clanking was an echo of cold. It sounded out through her head for days after the vision ended.
The smell was overwhelming to her: it was the stench of burning flesh. She had been unlucky enough to encounter this smell first hand in battle, but in this vision it was more powerful than anything she had experienced before. It made her toes curl.
She felt neither heat nor cold but an absence of temperature. It was as if her sense of touch had completely disappeared. The Force energy that she sensed was of the Dark side. A supernova of red and orange surrounded this premonition. Her mouth tasted acidic and it bit sharply into her tongue. The sensation seemed to cut her right in half.
Try as she might, Ahsoka could not paint the full picture as nothing seemed to add up to a logical conclusion. Because the Dark side was so powerful in the vision, she was reluctant to speak to anyone about it. Something in it felt familiar to the padawan, and she was afraid of how the Jedi might react.
Throughout her years as an apprentice, this vision continued to visit her in the dark and quiet nights she spent alone. It seemed to crop up as soon as she had pushed it from her memory to torment and haunt her. As she grew older, the feeling of familiarity grew stronger. There were nights that this premonition left her shaking and gasping for breath, curled up in a heap on the floor. Something inside of this vision reminded her of home, the way that returning to the Temple after a hard mission felt. It was a burden she bore alone.