Bioluminescence pulses in slow waves across the ferns and vines, casting everything in soft blues and purples.

The air is thick with the scent of wet moss and something sweet—jungle fruit ripening high above.

You are Y/n, sister to Neytiri, daughter of Mo'at and Eytukan. Twin to a brother whose name hangs in your throat. Younger brother, still a boy, trailing behind you with restless feet.