like echoes (in the Force)

In the end it was almost insultingly easy. The expiration date for the Ruusan Reformation came and went without even a whisper or glance from the Senate. The shadow of reality that had grown and grown every decade suddenly vanished, like a ghost in the night.

But no one in the Temple sighed in relief when the morning came. Instead, they rolled their shoulders and set their plan in motion.

It was slow. A whisper that grew into one final, unheard goodbye. A gentle flurry that gained more and more speed and strength until the Temple stood abandoned and no one could remember when exactly they last saw a Jedi on Coruscant.