WotJ 3

	New ripples passed over him, and he could feel bright presences nearby. Luke opened his eyes and saw the pikhrons clambering over the rubble of the fallen temple wing. They sniffed at him, then lowered their heads and began to graze.
	Luke smiled and reached through the Force again, but this time he wasn’t trying to push the energy field across an empty space—he was swimming through it, meandering across the currents of energy in the glade. He traced the rock of the pillar by the way the Force surrounded it—the rock wasn’t alive, but it was an emptiness defined by the life covering it. He could feel the ridges and crannies, the cracks that offered refuge to microscopic living things. He felt the pillar’s shape as his awareness climbed it and found the lever.
	Luke bent his wrist and the lever moved as easily as if he’d held it in his hand.