The reunion unfolded within the quiet corridors of the museum, where art’s echoes lingered on canvas and stone. Thrawn’s gaze settled upon Anakin. The familiar curl of his hair, the dreamy hauting tint of his blue eyes, the warmth of skin touched by countless suns. Each detail spoke vividly as any masterpiece around them. It was as if time had bent, returning him to yesterday, and in that moment Anakin shone once more, dazzling in a way memory alone could never quite capture.









