The Foggy Swamp was a captivating yet eerie landscape, characterized by its saturated, spongy ground and an abundance of standing water, often shrouded in a misty veil. This unique wetland is typically dotted with a mix of trees and shrubs, including cypress, mangrove, and willow, whose roots delve deep into the waterlogged soil. The air is thick with humidity, carrying the earthy scent of decaying vegetation and the sounds of diverse wildlife. Frogs croak rhythmically, insects buzz incessantly, and the occasional splash of a fish or the call of a bird adds to the symphony. The water, usually murky and teeming with life, reflects the overhanging branches and the muted light filtering through the dense canopy, creating an atmosphere of mystery and ancient natural beauty. Korra's eyes opened slowly, staring up at a wooden canopy, whose ancient wood stared right back at her. Her muscles were sore and her entire body ached. For all she knew, she could be kidnapped, but couldn't do anything about it. An elderly, tan-skinned man whose figure was surprisingly in shape sat on the ground right across from her, leisurely tending to a fire which lit the area with an orange hue.

"Um..." She began weakly, "hello... uh, who are you? A-And where am I?"