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The interior of Torin Val's cabin is modest, yet it holds a quiet charm that exudes tranquility. The warm-toned tiled floor contrasts with the austere, weathered gray walls, giving the space a lived-in, comforting feel. Light filters dimly through the small cracked windows, casting soft shadows on the furnishings that speak to a simple, unadorned life.
The shelves are lined with an assortment of mugs, each one hinting at his solitary rituals—moments where he would cradle a warm drink, allowing himself to reflect on battles long fought, and the faces of those he lost along the way. In one corner, perched on a dusty shelf, rests his cadet helmet from his academy days, its visor slightly scuffed from years of use. It stands as a quiet relic of the life he had before becoming an officer of the New Republic — a life filled with youthful ambition and dreams that now feel distant.
On the small, worn table, a half-eaten pack of biscuits lies forgotten, crumbs scattered across its surface. Beside it, a faintly glowing hologram projects the image of a man singing a melancholic melody, his guttural voice filling the room. The music seems to echo Torin's inner thoughts : a yearning for peace, tinged with the weight of responsibility.
This humble retreat, perched on stilts above the murky waters of Dalastine, is Torin’s sanctuary. Here, he finds brief solace far from the chaos of starship battles and political strife. It is a place where he can set aside his blaster and hang up his blue uniform, shedding the mantle of duty, if only for a fleeting moment. The gentle rustling of marshland reeds and the scent of aged wood transport him to a simpler time, offering a fragile sense of peace amidst the turmoil of a galaxy still in recovery.
Yet, even in this haven, war’s shadows are never far away. The helmet in the corner, the hologram’s somber tune, and the unshakable weight in his chest serve as reminders of the galaxy’s unrelenting call. Torin knows, deep down, that this refuge is temporary. Sooner or later, the stars will demand his return, and with them will come the duty he cannot escape. The fight for a peace he may never fully know.
Posted : 30/01/2025 12:25 pm
