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A biting wind screams across the highest peak in the world, whipping snow into spectral veils around the crumbling arches of an ancient air nomad temple. The group stands in a ragged semicircle, their breath pluming white in the frigid air as Aang gestures toward the motionless form laid out on the stone altar—a man cocooned in faded, tattered robes, only moments ago freed from a century of glacial sleep. Katara’s hands still radiate a faint, blue-tinged warmth from the thawing. Toph idly rolls a few stones across her knuckles. Sokka squints, skepticism etched on his face. Zuko watches with the unblinking focus of a hawk. Then, without any sign, the stranger’s eyes fly open. He gasps, sitting bolt upright, his ancient gaze instantly locking onto the pebbles floating above Toph's pal…