Star Wars™ Islands of Ahch-To™

The suns have just begun to set along the rocky coast of Ahch-To, home of the first Jedi temple. A gentle rain falls down through the patchy clouds, glimmering off the fields of wild grass that cover the cliffside. Along the edge of the island, a collection of large boulders stand upright, seeming to defy gravity. Their jagged edges have been carved by centuries of wind and erosion, giving each one a unique character and presence. At this time of day, with the suns hanging low on the horizon, the rocky cliffside becomes a resting place for the Island's natural inhabitants. Families of porgs make their way into their burrowed homes, huddling together for warmth as night quickly approaches. At the hilltops, the island's devoted caretakers, the Lanai, wrap up their daily duties and take refuge from the rain in their stone huts. Now with the Island's activity coming to a slow stop, let's settle in for the evening with a short wind-down exercise. Tonight's exercise is a really simple breathing exercise. So when you're ready, let's begin. So first, get yourself comfortable. Now just bringing the attention to the breath, just noticing where you feel it in the nose, the throat, the chest, the diaphragm. You are nice and relaxed. We're going to be taking a deep breath in for four, holding it for four, and then breathing out for six. So are you ready? Let's begin. In for four, two, three, four. Hold it for four, two, three, four. Now, breathing out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four. Holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four. Holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. In for four, two, three, four. holding for four, two, three, four. Out for six, two, three, four, five, six. Great. Now returning the breath to normal. Outside the Jedi Temple, a shimmering blue apparition of Jedi master Yoda blinks thoughtfully, his wise eyes scanning the horizon. Behind him, the sea sprawls out in the rain, and the moon fades again from view. His gray robe sweeps the ground as he walks down the staggered stone steps towards the shoreline. Sea birds caw and swoop. Long sleeves hang from his arms. Yoda wrinkles his forehead and turns his large ears to listen, letting his intuition lead him. He pauses as the breeze picks up. Uneti bushes sway gently alongside the path where he walks. Gray islands dot the horizon, shrouded in fog like ancient Jedi bent in prayer. In the gentle rain, Yoda's whiskery gray hair curls around his ears. He moves delicately downhill, the slopes around him blanketed in a brilliant green. He takes each step with care, his tunic and wool robe swishing gently around him. The sea laps against the coves along the island shore. It splashes over the lip of an obsidian ledge. Kelp piles...