When aang opened his eyes, he was laying on the forest floor. It seemed to be just a regular forest, but aang knew better. He was in the spirit world.
Aang expected to hear the unfamilier creature sounds, but the tree's were erieliy quiet. Aang trudged through the thick forest, occainsolly coming across a mud puddle or clumps of sticks. He came across no spirits at all. Aang started to worry that somthing was wrong when the tree's ended upruptly and aang fell onto his hands. The ground beneath them was blackend and cold. He braced himself for the worst and looked up. But nothing could have prepared him for this. No life grew. As far as the eye could see was the same black earth. Except there was no burned stumps so it had not been fire that had been destroyed this. Aang got to his feet gazing at the ravaged lanscape.