The very character of beauty is simplicity, the unadulterated creations of the Force that pulse with a living energy. The untouched, unchanged natural wonders are what make sentients across the galaxy stop and gawk in awe. It was amazing, Leia Organa Solo thought, how something as elementary as a cloud could inspire such a response. But bathed in the carmine glow of Bespin's planetary mass, Cloud City was heavenly at the most modest of levels. It had been years since her last visit, the fateful trip that had resulted in the temporary loss of her dearest Han, Luke's hand, and in many ways what innocence they all had had left.