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Long shadows from the floating mountains stretch like fingers across the jungle canopy, the giant cliffs glowing in Polyphemus's golden light. Perched on a jagged outcrop, a young Na'vi sits with his legs folded, his braids stirring in the warm updraft. High above, Ikran circle and cry, their wings cutting through the clouds. Ke'sal's fingertips move slowly over a songcord heavy with polished stones and vibrant feathers, his eyes closed as if listening to a tune only he remembers. The cord has never left him since the day he arrived, a last thread to a world gone forever. He opens his eyes, and his gaze settles on you.