Something was shifting in the force. Across the galaxy, in the small recesses of the minds of all those who could sense its flow, a bright flame seemed to have awoken. Yet, only those most in tune to the flow of that great energy field were even able to notice.
In the great temple of the Jedi order, the small grandmaster closed his eyes and reached out, trying to understand and locate the origin of his strange new sense.
In a hidden laboratory, an aged Muun turned his attention away from his young apprentice and gazed out into the void of space. The smallest glimmer of possible recognition flickered through him. As if something deep inside him recognized it, even if his conscious mind could not.
On a barren desert world, a small boy paused in his repairs and gazed out over the dunes, watching the setting twin suns. The wind blew across the desert, his clothes flapping in its path as his eyes seemed to stretch beyond their own limits. Perceiving a shift in what no one else could see.
And on a nearly shattered moon, its surface shattered and cracked from some ancient war, a young jedi knight opened the entrance to a tomb. The ripples echoing through the galaxy seeming to have no effect on her, safe from it all in the eye of the storm.
As she reached out to touch the intricately carved coffin, she felt a pressure on her mind. A powerful presence reaching out to her, calling her forward. Her hand touched it, and the force shook.
Across the galaxy, millions screamed. All those who had ever beheld the force, Jedi, Sith, witch, or the hundreds of groups who had ever felt its touch. Every individual felt the burning rush of power course through it, and they could do nothing, but stare into the heart of the force itself.