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The Central Garden of Tranquillity, of course. Despite waking early due to your dream. It is close to the time you typically rouse. During training, you found you excel at running and other endurance tasks. In one forgotten exercise session, you discovered that you were amongst the best distance runners in your clan, and that is despite some of the others belonging to species with natural advantages over you. Soon after, you discover this fortitude extends to many other areas. Proud of your natural ability, you gravitate to your own strengths, building upon them to the degree where you can now out-compete those with an innate biological superiority. Spawned from this success and a secret vain desire to reach greater personal heights, you began running here every morning before your training and chores, until you exhaust yourself at ever-growing distances.
Walking through the Jedi temple, you find yourself reminded why you love this place. Jedi calmy stroll through the grand halls that predate them by millennia, usually in pairs. Either two Jedi of the same station, theorising on possible solutions to one of the galaxy’s many issues or a master and apprentice. There is no rushing in these walls, no desperate deadlines or backbreaking toil. With time and meditation, the force will present the resolution. Nor is the temple crowded, unlike the ecumenopolis outside, teaming with trillions of lives like an oversized ant colony. You find it suffocatingly overpopulated; in your free time, only the rarest of occasions causes you to leave the enormous temple. As you pass one of the countless pillars, you trace the spire from the marble floor you stand on all the way up to the distant ceiling above and note that every inch is covered in a hand-crafted pattern.
Arriving at the garden, you close your eyes and breathe in a deep breath. Allowing the taste, scent and feel of nature to flow through your body. Birds sing beautiful songs that soothe the excitement in your soul, slowing your heart rate down to a gentle, rhythmic beat. The garden is a sprawling woodland, out of a child’s whimsical dream. Encapsulated in a dome that matches the grove, it is almost impossible to tell where real, true nature ends, and the deceptive screened walls of a simulated forest begin. There are other gardens in the temple, a variety of ecosystems holding the galaxy’s scarcest flora. But this to you is the one you feel most at home, with the tepid weather and the gentle green that makes up the world around you. It is incredible that this secret world of natural beauty exists on such a cold planet of metal.
