abstract seascape painting

Dangerous creatures lurked in this swamp; but to a Jedi, none were evil.Voracious quicksand mires waited, still as pools; tentacles mingled with the hangingvines. Luke knew them all, now, they were all part of the living planet, each integralto the Force of which he, too, was a pulsing aspect. Yet there were dark things here, as well—unimaginably dark, reflections of thedark corners of his soul. He'd seen these things here. He'd run from them, he'dstruggled with them; he'd even faced them. He'd vanquished some of them. But some still cowered here. These dark things. He climbed around a barricade of gnarled roots, slippery with moss. On theother side, a smooth, unimpeded path led straight in the direction he wanted to go; buthe did not take it. Instead, he plunged once more into the undergrowth. High overhead, something black and flapping approached, then veered away.Luke paid no attention. He just kept walking. The jungle thinned a bit. Beyond the next bog, Luke saw it—the small,