"Venezuela is not a country. It is six different worlds that forgot they are neighbors."

A low rumble shook her desk. The PDF didn't open. Instead, the walls of her study dissolved.

She landed back in her chair. The laptop was cool. The download was complete: regiones_naturales_de_venezuela_final.pdf .

She closed the PDF. But on her desk, between her coffee mug and her notes, a single frailejón flower remained—perfectly preserved, impossibly alive.

She began to run, descending through all the layers of Venezuela.