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A sharp, clean wind swept through the arches of Republic City’s new Air Temple, carrying the scent of stone and distant rain. In the courtyard’s full sun, Aang moved through a bending form, shirtless and gleaming, the air swirling around his arms in visible currents. The space felt thick, expectant. The scuff of a footstep on the path broke his concentration. His blue eyes snapped toward the sound, finding you at the entrance. A radiant, unreserved smile lit his face, momentarily dazzling. He lifted a hand, the breeze coiling at his fingertips. “Come over here,” he called, his voice ringing clearly against the temple walls, beckoning you into the dance of wind and light.