Suspended by some miracle of the force, this lonely island of rock floated in a section of the living Force turned into a physical form. Walls of the force surround the floating stone vessel, creating an almost liquid illusion of flowing blue, white and purple. Occasionally, flashes of elegant lightning follow the liquid curtains. The walls continue to contract and pulse as the Force moves and flows around it. One could truly recognize the flow and life of the Force<br/><br/>The island itself was forged and designed to fit the image of the one who maintained it over the years it had been maintained. Trees and floral covered the outer ring of the vessel. From beautiful trees, elegant flowers all meticulously arranged, was a staircase to the center, which held a series of spires inscribed upon with ancient secrets from the Jedi Order, dating back to the days of Revan, Exar Kuhn, and beyond. Written in a language long forgotten by the vast majority of the universe, it called into question who could truly read the work, written upon pure white stone.<br/><br/>The floor was made of the same material, inscribed with instead of words, diagrams, maps and pictures of things lost in legend and forgotten in time. Maps to weapons long since considered not proper for use, schematics for devices deemed unfit to be made, directions to places saturated with the darkness, then again of the light. Locations where Jedi’s had been attracted to for millennium, tombs of old Sith lords, and ruins of the oldest of Jedi.<br/><br/>At the very center was a pond of water, but unlike the rest of the altar, the walls of the pond were lined with crystal, making the light reflect off and create a rainbow like affect. Almost memorizing to those unused to its presence A few floral plants float upon the surface of the water, preventing the total absence of life from existing within the gorgeous pool.<br/><br/>Sitting in front of the pool, crosslegged with such naturalness that it was clear the figure was used to sitting as such for hours upon hours upon days in silent meditation. The hood if the beings cloak thrown over its head. Two lightsaber’s hang from a leather belt visibly and rest upon the stone with a small shine, reflecting the changing colors of the pool.<br/><br/>Without any movement the old woman spoke out, without prompting and without question. “Did you come with questions, or did you come to waste my time?”<br/>