@worstorder for root!
The Force is not a frequency you can tune into and out of. It is not a radio. The Force will not hum you lullabies and it will not hum you dirges. If it makes a sound at all, few have ever heard it and fewer still have heard it rightly--it is not a whistle, it is a hiss. A hiss like a serpent. Luke reminds himself of this every time he can feel its hiss whistling straight through him like wind through a cracked brass bell.
Sometimes, very rarely, here on Ahch-To, Luke feels things through the Force. Things too daunting to not wash over him. Now, he can feel an obstruction on the Force. A presence. Somehow physical. Somehow here. Somehow right behind him. Foreboding. Possessive. Horrifying. He does not turn around. He keeps cleaning his dirtied drinking canister with a corner of his equally dirty robe.
“You have nothing to overpower here. You can try to take the porgs, but I don’t think there’s anything inside of them to take.”