“And because Mishti Lal — forest girl, tree climber, seer — was lying on a boulder at the Guptkashi helipad, looking at stars that were: visible, because the rain had stopped, because the mountain had moved, because the sky had cleared, and the stars above the Himalaya were: the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. More beautiful than the sunrise from the helicopter. More beautiful than the silver light of Dariba Kalan. The beauty of: survival. Of three hundred and seven people breathing, in the mountain dark, because a girl from a sal forest had put her hands on a rock and seen: the future. And changed it.”