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It’s a what if scenario but if I were to make a music video from my snippet tune y’all listened to, “Summoner”…here’s how it’ll go…

And since it’s dedicated to Silco, I’ll make my music video League of Legends themed…maybe I’ll insert some sort of a story lore too:

I imagine going to this shed, opening it up to find cases of Shimmer…but this Shimmer has to go to Silco, so I gather some in a bag, hauling it onto my shoulder as I make my way down to The Last Drop, the bar, and as I enter, I see lots of people and they’re partying.

*Scenes play of me being drenched in Shimmer. Shadows float and stalk all around me.*

I try to make my way through the crowds, but Slevika bumps into me and signals me to go upstairs where Silco is. She takes the Shimmer from me as I slowly make my way up.

*A scene plays but it’s dark and the only thing you can see is a glowing eye.*

I enter Silco’s office, and I see him standing by his window, smoking his cigar. But his henchmen come out of nowhere and grab me by my shoulders, forcing me to get down on my knees. I’m technically in an “at his mercy” position.

He comes over to me, kneels down to my level and smiles a faint smile. He leans into my ear to whisper something.

Tears fall down my cheeks as I hear his words, but Silco wipes them away. Silco sheds tears too.

*A scene flashes going through a graveyard looking place.*

Scene changes to me walking through a field of flowers as I pause to see city towers up ahead. Silco comes up next to me…but he’s transparent…a ghost…TWIST! PLOT TWIST! Something happened!

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Imma let y’all decide what had happened there…talk about it in the comments if you have to…but this is just a dream scenario…an idea for the future! Hoping to make this real and happen one day…if possible!

Here are some more still shots of Michael Langdon cuz he's a comforting soul on c.ai...

heh 🤭

Today's Fallen Order request is for @cityofperpeptualgloom "I'm here."

“Cere.”

She looks up from her book (a detailed history of the hallikset and music theory she started reading during the war and never had a chance to finish) and sees Merrin staring down at her, worry clouding her expression. “What’s wrong?”

Merrin shakes her head. “It’s Cal. In the ruins. I don’t… He won’t speak but… I think he needs you.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Not physically.”

“An echo,” Cere surmises.

Merrin nods. “He won’t tell me what it is.”

“Leave it to me. And tell Greez he might want to clear out the engine room for a while, just in case.”

“He will immediately begin baking Cal those spice cakes he likes,” Merrin says as she heads in Greez’s direction.

Cere leaves the datapad on the table and heads outside into a beautiful, sunny day. The temperature is just right, the air alive with the freshly blooming flowers, sharped by sea salt. The old Jedi temple they came to explore is right on the beach. It’s so idyllic, Cere can’t believe the Empire hasn’t set up a retreat here for the higher ups. She imagines their absence is only because they’re too far from popular shipping lanes, and there are no military benefits to the location.

Not yet anyway.

The Force guides her to Cal no matter how intently he shields. Once a Seeker, always a Seeker. His aura, shrouded though it is, simmers with white hot pain. Worry spiking, Cere picks up the pace and finds Cal deep inside the temple, beyond winding halls of meditation chambers, bedrooms, refectories, even an empty library, in an oculus hall, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the open ceiling. BD looks up at him, slumped and sorry. He sees Cere and hurries over to her, feet tip tapping over the marble floor. He clambers onto her back, beeping quietly. She gives the little droid a pat on the head. She’s here, she’ll help. The oculus hall is huge. Once, it would have housed Jedi seeking peace and wisdom. Now, the painstaking marble carvings hopelessly stained, the chamber home to countless bird species.

Birds, and a small pile Jedi robes at Cal’s feet, weathered beyond use.

“Merrin sent you.”

“She did. She’s worried about you.” And so is Cere. Cal won’t even turn to look at her.

“Children,” Cal tells her from where he stands over the pile. His voice strains, thick with tears. “Left here, long ago. Not because of the purge. There was a disaster on a nearby world. The masters went to help, left their children behind, thinking they would be back within a day or two. They never returned. And these children, left alone, starved. They didn’t know what to do, didn’t understand why they were abandoned here.” He presses both hands to his head, hair spilling over pale fingers. “Everything I touch, all I ever see is misery and suffering. I’m so sick of it.” His head tilts back, tear-stained cheeks catching the sunlight. “Why is the galaxy so full of pain? Why can’t I stop it?”

BD hops down from Cere’s back and rushes to Cal, waiting for him to crouch down. Cal doesn’t so much crouch as collapse, sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” Cere says. She’d suggested they check this world out not only for the Jedi heritage to be found here, but also to give them all a break. She knows he’s worked on his psychometry, found ways of managing it, and yet the fact remains that the past hurts. Crouching beside him, she places a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

To her surprise, he falls against her. She wraps her arms around him, feels his body trembling with his tears. He’s not shielding her from it now. It buffets her, and it's only thanks to her own shields that she doesn’t crumple along with him.

She waits for him to cry it out. BD hops on to Cal’s back and presses against him, a tiny droid hug. Slowly, steadily, Cal calms.

“Release the memory,” Cere says. “Let it go now.”

“For once, I wish… I want…” But whatever it is he wants, Cal doesn’t say. Instead, he does something he’s getting frighteningly good at – packing up his feelings and putting them away, out of sight and unreachable. He pulls back, wipes a hand over his face, and musters up a faint smile. “Thanks, Cere. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“No need to be sorry,” she says, standing and holding out a hand. He takes it, letting her help him to his feet. “You’re allowed to worry me.”

His smile is a little brighter. “Did you hear that, BD? I got permission to worry Cere.”

BD whoops.

“Permission can be revoked, you know,” Cere says, nudging Cal.

For all my SKYKIDS!❤️

Yes, the soundtrack is on YouTube, GO FIND IT!