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Its eyes burned upon Moana—and Moana felt something ancient stir within. Her exhaustion darkened the far corners of her vision until the fe‘e suddenly fell backward into the water, launching a wave toward Noe and Moana. Yet when the guardian’s breath touched her face, Moana closed her eyes, exhaling deeply, exchanging her air—her life and strength—with the ancient warrior and creature. Or— Moana tried to understand what she was seeing, her head swiveling when she finally spied her mom, recognizing her familiar poise.