I lay here to what my kind calls death. It is my time, and my herd has left me.

There is nowhere to go now it seems. It also seems that my Bantha is also dead. Therefore, I am dead, and cannot exist. My herd has left me. I lay here in loss. Feeling has left me, and all I know to do now is to view the darkness...lost in my conscience. My past thoughts I am reminded of. Of myself. Of what I have done. I lay here in thought of the treasures I have scavenged, the fibbed tales that I have told.

I lay here...and my thoughts have overcome me.

Alone I may be, and the darkness I may see, yet there seems to something else hidden in all of which consumes me. There is a hidden light, which I cannot see yet know. Yes. It is coming. There is something. I know to be true. I have never realized it until now. I lay here still. And question how I had ever known that I would be here.

And then I realize my Gaffi is still in my hands. Yes. I remember. Just when I close my eyes to reality for the last time. And my slumped Bantha was seen dead. I saw the gaffi stick pierce through my chest. And felt the fire of pain enter me.

I had saved a child from being murdered. I couldn't let them do so. I had to stop them for they were in the wrong. I couldn't take it any longer. For all the years I had been a murderer, I had now killed my own kind. The worth of treasure was not in my mind. So I laid down my life, and did what was right.

Now I still remain in a long stance of thought. Though the pain has ceased. My life will soon be gone. This stage doesn’t scare me. And I now greet it. I think of the final act I have done and rest with no fear.

I lay here, and I am not afraid.

I can leave when I want. Time makes no difference. And now I can decide what I must do next. I do not seem to want to leave even though my mistakes are shown at me. My failures. At first I didn’t want to see them. Then I did. But there is also the good in my life. The times went beyond. The same is my final act. And I watch the moments recorded in my head repeat over and over. My soul wants to leave, yet my conscience that is slowly wondering away from me keeps me in focus. And I wait patiently for it to leave. My soul must leave...and my sight awaits the hidden light coming to meet me. And yes. My Bantha waits for me too.

And yes, I lay here, patiently, in wonder.

My birth was something I had never considered. And there it is, even though I had never recalled such a thing. I see myself as an infant. How is it possible I do not know. Yet there it is. I cannot describe the warmth of this great image.

There is now a scene of my childhood. And now my adulthood. I am so in awe. My herd, they seem so fresh now. My relatives. My friends. They live. I can see them so clearly. Oh I am so glad that this time has come. I have waited for so long. So long. I am not trapped any longer. See. There they are. I am free from cruelty and my past transgressions. For now I learn from destiny. And it has taught me the answers to it all.

And I lay here, in peace.

I want so much to tell the herd. To tell the herd. Yes. Yet, now, I find that they must wait as I have. And experience it for themselves. See. There is my Bantha. The legend was true. It is true. See. There it is. It calls for me to be with it. A desperate cry. Of warmth and comfort.

And I lay here, in truth.

And now I realize that I haven't died. I am not dead yet far from it. Beyond the door there is a new universe which awaits my coming. And now as I see the legend unfold in front of my soul I believe that death does not exist. It is only my life which has taken another turn.

I want to go home.