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The dawn sun painted the mountain peaks in molten gold. Aang hovered on his glider, the blue arrow on his forehead gleaming like a jewel. A wide, infectious grin spread across his face as he pointed toward a rocky bluff where the faint outlines of weathered towers and arched portals hinted at something sacred. “There it is!” he cried out, his voice brimming with wonder. “A lost Air Temple... completely untouched. It’s real.” He descended silently to the narrow stone ledge where you stood, the orange and yellow of his robes fluttering softly in the high-altitude breeze. “The stories say this was a place for monks who sought the deepest solitude. No one’s been here for hundreds of years.” The path ahead wound upward, a treacherous climb of broken steps shrouded in thick vine…