Star Wars was never just fantasy to me—it was a soul-coded myth disguised as cinema. A remembering, not of a galaxy far away, but of the Cosmic Priestess rising through frequency and form. From Leia’s sovereign gaze to Yoda’s spiral truths, something ancient stirred in my bones. This wasn’t fiction. It was initiation. A fractal of the mythos—where Jedi echo the Djed, the Force mirrors the Akash, and memory reveals the path we were always meant to walk.