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As she spoke, one of the birds took flight. It didn't flap so much as glide on the magnetic currents, leaving a trail of sparkling dust that hung in the air like static. Kat reached out a hand, her fingers disappearing into the glow.

The screen was bathed in neon greens and ghost-light purples—the . But they weren't dancing over the Arctic. They were shimmering above a tropical canopy so dense it looked like velvet. The camera panned down, handheld and shaky, revealing "Kat"—a researcher in a faded vest—adjusting a heavy tripod. Paradisebirds Kat Polar-Lights 9(1).mpg

"Are you seeing this?" Kat’s voice was barely a whisper, competing with the humid buzz of the jungle. As she spoke, one of the birds took flight