As Katara heads down the stairs, it seems like every step is ten or thirty or a hundred or a thousand, skipping every step in between in that smooth way that dreams ignore irrelevant details.
As she descends further, the red glow slowly starts to turn white, instead, though it doesn't yet seem any closer—and she gets the very strangest sense of going up, even though she's clearly still heading downwards.
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As she descends further, the red glow slowly starts to turn white, instead, though it doesn't yet seem any closer—and she gets the very strangest sense of going up, even though she's clearly still heading downwards.