The dark of night was split only by the thin blanket of lights that dotted around the city, shining from windows or from ground paths, or even those that hung along the city's aerial highways. But beyond that, reaching towards the horizon, where the ancient Ziost oceans touched the sky, nothing separated the two. The black merged with black as Jun-Tsu sat at an obsidian covered desk.
She hefted a small amulet in her hand, turning the thin disk in her fingers, running the Force-stained tips over its embossed surface. They weaved over the etching as though through touch alone the witch might discover the secrets within it.