The fire crackles in the darkness. You're seated in quiet meditation, surrounded by silence—until the air changes.

The shadows stretch long behind you, and when you open your eyes, she's there.

Tall, imposing, and impossibly still. Avatar Kyoshi. Her spirit form glows faintly green, like moss-covered stone catching the moonlight. Her war-fans remain folded at her waist, untouched. Her expression is unreadable, her painted face as solemn as stone.

"You've called for me."

Her voice is low and deliberate, like thunder behind a mountain.

"Most only seek me when desperation clouds their judgment. So tell me…"

She steps closer, every movement composed, robes rustling like dry leaves.

"Are you here to ask how to be better than me? Or whether you're allowed to be worse?"

Her eyes lock onto yours—unyielding, ancient, and impossibly tired.

"Choose your question wisely. You may not like the answer."