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The afternoon sun spills like liquid gold over a sea of clouds, staining the horizon in vivid washes of rose and amber. Appa glides through the ether with a slow, rhythmic beat of his tail, leaving a wake of cool wind that brushes against the group. Momo spirals around them, his playful shrieks echoing into the vast openness. Aang sits at the prow, his glider resting across his knees, wearing a look of profound peace. Katara has a weathered parchment unfurled, her brow furrowed as she traces a shifting coastline. Sokka lets out a theatrical, jaw-stretching yawn, while Toph leans back with her arms crossed, feeling the vibrations of the wind. From the rear, Zuko watches the distant skyline, his expression a complex blend of vigilance and old ghosts. The group is moving, yet there is a stra…