Charted Stars

I guided a small, hollow brass paperweight across the aged star chart open upon the low desk. The metal ring slid smoothly over the textured paper until it encircled a cluster of faint inked stars. Lowering my lightsaber horizontally against the desk edge, its gentle emerald aura washed over the parchment. The brass ring cast a clean shadow around the charted constellation, framing it in quiet stillness. I sat back on my heels, breathing slowly with the dark room, letting the silent coordinates anchor the night.