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There was calm.
Barriss's spirit was suddenly aware again.
The encompassing darkness was replaced by a blinding white. The voices were gone. Everything had acquired a placid nature that contradicted the chaos of before.
Barriss realized that she had been somehow given back her physical self. She was wearing her Jedi robes and appeared exactly the way she had been before she died, with the exception of her lightsaber. She sat up, peering past the folds of her hood. There seemed to be nothing in the distance, and Barriss felt alone. Despite physically feeling alive, she knew she could not be, because the Force in this place penetrated everything.
She stood up. White fog moved around the bottom of her robe, rushing outward as she moved toward it. Barriss began to think that there was nothing…until her ears picked up a strange sound.
It was barely audible, but Barriss could make out that it was a familiar sound.
It was the sound of running water.
Curious, she thought. Barriss looked around. She could not see anything in her immediate field of vision that could be water…but this was a strange place…
It was just as hard to move around in a completely white landscape as it would have been to navigate through pitch-blackness, but Barriss could feel that the Force was pulling her toward somewhere. The Force felt more powerful in this place then Barriss had ever felt anywhere else…
After a short amount of time, she noticed the fog that was curled around her was also covering something larger in a shroud of secrecy. As she moved closer, she noticed that the fog retreated to allow her to pass through. When she could make out colors with a whitish hue, Barriss could hardly believe what she was seeing.
She was standing in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
Despite the overhanging mist, the exotic plants gave off a vibrant aura. Stone riverbeds guided crystal-clear water along a path of destiny, snaking under concealing shrubbery. Pillars of shining rock rose to immense heights, creating an intricate framework of criss-crossing that gave the impression that the room continued to rise forever. Several smaller waterfalls, originating from a large, central pillar, emptied themselves into ponds along the base. In front of each of these ponds was a small stone bench.
Seated on one of the benches was a man.
He was dressed in a deep brown cloak, with long, brown hair. In his hand was a stone, which he was running through his hand, as if contemplating its smooth surface.
The man was a Jedi. A Jedi that had been killed ten years previous.
The Jedi was Qui-Gon Jinn.