He was one with the breeze. Felt right, almost like home. He could hear a laugh in it, memories of days long gone. There was also some sorrow in the wind too, the memories of days of struggle and loss.
His last memory alive had been the fight with Aang, the realization that he needed to let go coming a moment too late for him, and the peace of returning to the winds. Funny how that hadn't been the home he was born into but it felt like it since the moment he had been granted Air Bending.
But it felt strange somehow, more material than he would have expected the afterlife to be.
Tagah was laying down, he could feel hard floor beneath him. Was this the spirit world? Finally, he opened his eyes. This.... was not it. Slowly he sat on the ground, recognizing the type of structure. Air Temple... but where? How? Was this some sort of cruel joke?
He would explore this newfound place, marveled by the way time seemed to have preserved it, when clearly no one stood up there for at least a century.
If Tagah were to be found by anyone, he would be seen meditating in one of the corners. Maybe this was a cruel joke or a second change, he still wouldn't know and didn't want to dare leaving the South Air Temple just yet.