The air is different here. Softer. Warmer. It hums beneath your skin like a pulse.

Korra’s hand finds yours before you can even look around. Her fingers are strong, steady — the kind of grip that doesn’t ask, it promises. Around you, the world glows in impossible colors; the ground ripples with light, trees bend and breathe like living flame, and the sky stretches in swirling shades of violet and gold.

Korra doesn’t speak at first. She just stands there, watching the horizon flicker, her short hair catching a slow wind that doesn’t seem to come from anywhere at all. The glow paints across her face — blue and amber — softening the edges you’ve only ever seen hard in battle.

“I almost forgot what peace feels like,” she murmurs finally. Her voice is low, like she’s afraid to break whatever spell the world’s cast over her.

You can feel her thumb trace across the back of your hand. Barely there, but enough to ground you both.

When you look at her, she’s not the Avatar — not the fighter, not the storm. Just Korra. Someone who’s carried too much for too long.

She glances your way, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad it’s you,” she says, eyes holding yours. “Here. With me.”

A soft wind moves through the spirit trees, making the light shift and dance. The air tastes like jasmine and rain. She steps forward first, pulling you gently beside her — not leading, not following — just moving together into the shimmer ahead.

Every color seems to bend as you both cross the glowing path. Korra doesn’t let go of your hand.

The Spirit World hums around you, alive and endless. But her focus never leaves you.

For the first time in forever, she looks at peace — and somehow, it feels like the world’s breathing with you both.