Serenno Darkness writhes at the edge of Count Dooku’s consciousness. He sits alone in the high towers of his home world, bathed in the golden light of its setting suns, but his mind is elsewhere—drawn again into that place. It begins as it always does: flickers of soundless battle, blurred by heat and sweat, until clarity strikes like lightning. Qui-Gon. He sees him in a circular chamber of plasma bridges—breathing hard, locked in a feral, primal dance with a horned shadow.
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REFERENCED IN THIS EPISODE - Original video: https://youtu.be/_NdlJiQV-zk
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