Flying
Flecks of starlight broke the surface of that void, like so many pinpricks in the paper-thin sheet of the world. Dancing and twirling, they became long ribbons of color. Twirling this way and that, they danced around in patterned circles to avoid collision. Some dead, some dying, all lights look the same when some distance is kept between us. Anakin thought of nothing, and felt everything, lost amidst the fires of so many far off places. The engines took a deep breath, and let it out all at once, sending the one-man vessel hurling through space and time at an incredible speed. He sped on, turning a sharp corner left and right, up and down, none had any bearing when the only center is inside yourself. He may as well have been another piece of space, just one more lost bit of cosmic dust floating along with the rest.