Exactly, my dear Zuko.
Zuko blinked, a gasp dragged from his throat as though he was holding on to his last breath.
A barrage of light pierced the dimness caused by the torrent of rain. Huge hunks of metal floated past him at impossible speeds, carried on wheels that looked as though they barely touched the ground. The buildings were identical blocks of stone, shooting up into the bleary sky. The rain blinded him; but through his wet lashes he could see people moving past him, all seemingly dressed in the darkest of colors, a uniform black, brown, and gray.
Where in Agni's name am I?
He felt the beginnings of fear seeping into his veins, ready to burst out of his skin. He dragged in a sharp breath through flaring nostrils. Calm. Stay calm. But as he took in his surroundings once again, he realized that may just be as impossible as whatever brought him here in the first place.
