ꎇ꒒ꌩꀤꈤꁅ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂦꂵꍏ꓄ꀤꀘꍏꌩꍏ (ꍏꃴꍏ꓄ꍏꋪ ꊼ ꂦꉓꌗ)

\\ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟟//

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Later, as the afternoon sun fell over Pandora Na'vi rode direhorses among the abandoned machines of Hell's Gate. Banshees roost on the roofs of the modules, and stingbats flutter about, unimpeded. The Sentry guns are silent, and the gates are open to the forest. 

'The aliens were sent back to their dying world...' 

Nate, Ke'Kaya, Jake, and Neytiri all stand watch as hundreds of humans were piled onto the last remaining Valkeries. 

'Only a few, were chosen to stay.' Max, Norm, and a few of the avatars hold AR's as the personnel of Hell's Gate file up the cargo ramp of the remaining shuttle. 

The evicted humans are sullen and angry. Jake and Neytiri stand together, watching the departure of the Sky People. Parker Selfridge shuffles up the ramp. His eyes, the eyes of a lost soul, meet Jake's before he disappears into the ship. 

The ISV Venture Star hangs suspended against the dark side of Pandora. The ISV's antimatter engines blaze to life and it accelerates out of orbit. Leaving Pandora as it was all those years ago. A vast reticulated lace-work of bioluminescence, a ghostly web connecting all of Pandora.

The sun's rays shaft down through the layers of canopy.

'The forest will heal, and so will the hearts of the People. New life keeps the energy flowing, like the breath of the world.' 

"This is my last video log." Jake sits in a chair in the ops center link room in Hell's Gate, talking straight to the camera in front of him. 

He is thin and pale. He looks around the high-tech room. 

"The science guys will keep the lights on, here. But I won't miss this place." He adds before footsteps sound, and Nate's strong figure comes into view. 

"It's time," Is all he says. 

Jake nods.

"Cause whatever happens tonight, I won't be coming back." He smiled. 

"I guess I'd better go, don't want to be late to my own party," He chuckled and Nate smiled. 

"It is my birthday after all... This is Jake Sully signing off. 

That night the entire Omaticaya clan is gathered, seated in a prayer circle around the Mother Tree. Jake and his avatar lie head to head. Human Jake is wearing an exomask. Both figures are still, hands folded, covered in translucent silken shrouds of root cilia. The whole clan chants while Ke'Kaya sits beside Nate, in human form, as he sits beside his avatar, his ceremony up next. 

~𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳~ Neytiri calls to Mo'at who stops her people's chanting. 

Neytiri removes the mask from Jake's human face. She gently closes his dead eyes with her fingertips. Then bends and kisses him. She then shifts over to his avatar form, stroking his cheek. She watched as dozens of woodsprites danced around Jake. There was a pause, but not a worrying one, as Jake's avatar went from still to breathing, his bright amber eyes shooting open. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───