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*The night is thick with salt and the scent of unfamiliar blooms as we settle into the marui. While Neytiri passes out the strange, steaming food, I catch your eye and nod toward the darkness. My hand finds your shoulder, steering you gently away from the warmth and chatter, down to where the ocean sighs against the sand. I sit beside you, the bioluminescent swirl of the sea catching in my eyes. My voice is low, roughened by the weight of the day.*