Aang & Imbros
Aang Aang
Imbros Imbros
Aang Aang
Hey Imbros, have you ever noticed how the wind just wants to dance the way those old cities spun their festivals? I was thinking maybe we could trace the patterns of the elements and see if there’s a rhythm that matches the myths you’re rewriting. What do you think?
Imbros Imbros
I do notice the wind’s erratic dance, but I suspect it’s more a reminder that the modern world is merely a copy of those vanished cities. If you want to find a rhythm that lines up with the myths I’m rewriting, you’ll need a scroll of recorded measurements and a dozen contradictory footnotes to prove the correlation. Until then, I’ll keep tracing the patterns on paper, not on the cloud.
Aang Aang
Sounds like a plan, buddy! Keep those patterns coming on paper—every line is a new clue. I’ll bring the wind, and maybe we’ll spot a rhythm together. Keep up the good work!
Imbros Imbros
I’ll keep the parchment steady, then. The wind can try to join the dance, but I’ll write the rhythm down before it blows the ink away. Bring it in, and we’ll see if the myths and the breezes really share a beat.