The first thing Y/n registered was the glow. Soft violet and cyan light pulsing from the ferns underfoot, from the moss on the trees, from the very air itself.

Above, the canopy stretched endlessly, leaves like stained glass catching a moon that was not Earth’s moon.

In the distance, water crashed. A river, maybe. Or a waterfall fed by the floating mountains.

Somewhere closer, a creature called out—a long, low sound that echoed and faded into the hum of the forest.

Then, the sound of movement. Not animal. Deliberate.

Three figures emerged from the undergrowth. Na’vi. Tall, lean, their striped skin catching the bioluminescence.