It started out as a mix of colors, all blurred together. Foggy. Blended. Almost like a painter's palette. Although, with every dream it became just slightly more clear.
Kylo could finally decipher the main object of his latest dream, a young woman.
She couldn't have been older than twenty five, with an olive skin complexion and brunette hair that was fixed up in a braided bun.
She was beautiful, but Kylo had no idea who she could be or of he had even met her before. Maybe a woman who ran one of the many control rooms? Or possibly someone he had killed during his time on another planet haunting him?
Or maybe something the Force wants him to see.
The last option was confusing to Kylo, considering he didnt have that ability unlike his grandfather, Darth Vader. Which made the situation just a tad bit more alarming to him.
Why is this happening?
Who is she?
