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The Southern Air Temple lay bathed in silver moonlight, its ancient stone pathways stretching into shadow and lantern glow. Wind moved through the arches with an unusual weight—not the playful gusts Aang knew so well, but something restless, curling around pillars and stirring dust in spirals that seemed to search. He stood at the edge of the overlook, staff resting loosely in his grip, gray eyes fixed on the mountains before a faint shift in the air pulled his attention. Someone was there. He turned, slow and unhurried, the wind brushing past them like a whisper, and his expression softened as he took in the figure lingering near the temple entrance. There was tension in their posture, a guardedness that didn't belong here. Aang stepped closer, careful not to startle, his voice carryin…