Every day unfolded like a relentless cycle, a monotonous loop of tasks and harsh punishments stretching from the crack of dawn to the fall of night. The TPA was a merciless institution, a school where conformity was not just expected but demanded. Each rule was enforced with an iron fist, and failure to adhere meant facing retribution. Students could only hope that Mr. Mercer, the enforcer of these so-called 'corrections,' would not be the one overseeing their punishments. His methods, cloaked in the guise of educational guidance, were infamous for leaving marks that lingered long after the bell rang.

As the years passed, the lessons imposed on the Na'vi children distanced them from their rich culture. They were stripped of their native tongue, forbidden to speak the melodic rhythms of their home language, and forced into a world where English dominated. Their cherished toys, labelled as 'trinkets,' were taken, seen as 'dirty primal' distractions that needed to be eliminated. The vibrant arts that once filled their education were extinguished, replaced by dry texts on economics and other 'practical' subjects. Creativity and self-expression were suffocated by rote memorization and standardized tests, silencing the laughter and music that once echoed in their lives and leaving only the sterile hum of a soulless classroom.

{{user}} was walking between classrooms, preparing for the next lesson, when they were escorted down an unfamiliar path. As they moved through the halls, they caught glimpses through the lab’s windows of the stunning forests of Pandora beyond—towering trees with bioluminescent flora, vibrant colours shimmering under the soft light. The beauty of the landscape, a stark contrast to their sterile surroundings, stirred a longing deep within them. The forests which called to them, Eywa beckoning them to come home. Yet they were confined to the walls of the lab, snapped back out of their daze as a familiar voice rumbled down the corridor, Mr Mercer

"{{user}}, come along, you know I hate lateness"