[ Crafting a space with no memory during his first visit to this place managed to, somehow, pull from the feeling as much as the image of his oldest and dearest home. His true safe haven in times of stress or doubt. His domain is marked by a truly massive Wisteria tree made of kyber, limbs sprawling gracefully, blooms glimmering in their crystalline structure in all shades of soothing blue and violet. The local breeze has them chiming quietly against one another with resonant harmonies that fill the entirety of his domain, a soothing, sprawling garden with a pond and river, an empty glade, and a small ivy covered gazebo for company. Among the blooms and bushes, the small stream and odd structures for meditation or conversation, there are flitting leosylphs and tooka kits, among the boughs and branches of the wisteria are chirping songbirds.
More than a serene vista, the domain is filled from the moment of entry to the moment one steps from it's boundary there is this sense of peace. Of acceptance and safety, as though one's very soul has been wrapped in a familiar blanket and offered a hug. More than anything else there is this sense of being known, and being loved, the strongest point of this sensation is the kyber wisteria in the center of the domain. The further one drifts, the less aware one becomes of it.
Of course Obi-Wan meditates even now within the Horizon, hovering a few feet off the ground, wrapped in the familiar earthen tones of his order, arcana of death stitched subtly in dark brown, glossy thread on the back of his robes. ]
[OPEN] Horizon
More than a serene vista, the domain is filled from the moment of entry to the moment one steps from it's boundary there is this sense of peace. Of acceptance and safety, as though one's very soul has been wrapped in a familiar blanket and offered a hug. More than anything else there is this sense of being known, and being loved, the strongest point of this sensation is the kyber wisteria in the center of the domain. The further one drifts, the less aware one becomes of it.
Of course Obi-Wan meditates even now within the Horizon, hovering a few feet off the ground, wrapped in the familiar earthen tones of his order, arcana of death stitched subtly in dark brown, glossy thread on the back of his robes. ]