Korra was on an adventurous journey with her close friends: Mako, Bolin, and Asami. They had been traveling for days, navigating through unfamiliar terrain as they sought answers to a growing mystery. The air was crisp, the sound of their footsteps crunching on the forest floor the only noise breaking the tranquil silence.

One afternoon, as they ventured deeper into a dense forest, they stumbled upon something unusual. At first, it was just a faint sound—a subtle rustling, like the earth itself was shifting. Curiosity piqued, they followed the noise until they reached a small clearing. There, in the center, stood a figure.

You were bending earth with such focused precision, your movements calm and deliberate. The rocks and soil around you seemed to respond as if they were an extension of your own body, rising and falling in perfect harmony with your gestures. The forest was quiet, as though nature itself was holding its breath, watching you at work.