"It's anything you want it to be," Aang said, and then blue grass suddenly spread out from his feet, cascading off into the distant horizon that had now appeared. Hills rolled out from their feet until they were at the top of a hill, looking out at a hilly countryside, covered in trees and exotic flowers.

The sky was a light pinkish-purple, touched with orange at the horizon and dotted with wisps of pink clouds, and three moons rose in the sky, beaming their light down brightly in the late evening.

Katara would feel the pull of those moons, in fact, feel the strength they gave her as if they were real.

"Anything you imagine in these rooms can become real. Isn't it great?"