(Another sunrise brings Jubei to life, as he rises from sleep, and steps outside into the cool and damp morning air. Smiling at the time alone to himself, Jubei makes some tea, and prepares for a quiet day of meditation. Stretching out one's senses with the Force had opened Jubei's eyes to avenues that he had never seen before. Where he had seen a thread, he now saw a tapestry. Everything he had experienced he rushed to see again, with this newfound perspective. Secretly, it brought Jubei great happiness to experience such a thrilling insight into the way of the Universe. Sheepishly, Jubei now understood why it was that the Seven Masters endlessly kept vigil in their meditations. With the Force as a guide, one could see beyond the horizon, or through the painting. It was to see what was not seen, and to understand the sublime. It was these little mysteries that Jubei longed for each morning, as he began his meditations. However, this morning, a presence approached. He had a visitor.

Standing from his lotus position, Jubei put away his teacup, and prepared to meet whoever now approached him.)