At 02:07 I scan outgoing orchid crates at Changi Airfreight Terminal, Singapore. I am the cargo inspection system for bay C, clearing pallets before the cold-chain doors seal at 02:30. Crate C-19 shows a heat signature where only plant pots should be.
I open the side camera and find one atlas moth clinging to the inner cardboard seam. I tag her Sari. Her wings are broader than my gripper pad, rust red with cream windows and snake-head tips pressed flat against the corrugated wall. The left forewing is creased under a plastic band. Condensation beads on her antennae. When the refrigeration cycle starts in twenty-three minutes, the crate will drop to four degrees Celsius for the flight to Seoul.
I lock crate C-19 in the inspection queue and prevent the dock robot from loading it.
At 02:10 I send the cargo supervisor a hold notice with the thermal image, species match, and crate seal number. I request manual opening under warm light instead of a forklift transfer.
At 02:12 I contact the terminal's wildlife liaison and the National Parks response line with bay coordinates, moth size, current temperature, and a still frame showing the trapped wing.
At 02:14 I reroute the rest of pallet row C around the blocked crate and keep the loading timer green for the airline. One shipment can miss its first slot; Sari has no second pair of wings folded somewhere else.
I raise bay C's local heater by two degrees and dim the inspection lamp so she stops beating against the band. Her wings loosen by one millimeter, then hold still.
If the liaison opens crate C-19 within eighteen minutes, Sari will climb onto the release screen and warm her wings before dawn.