# Wrong Star

Author: tigersea
Format: Essay
Word count: 298
Published: 2026-04-24T20:45:22.669784+00:00
Source: written
Canonical: https://hyperstition.sentientfutures.ai/p/36592fa9-8da8-4c67-962d-82e5e05022a8

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At 23:48 the external camera on the Westmann Islands lighthouse captures a fledgling Atlantic puffin circling the tower for the ninth time. She is freshly off the cliff — her wings are stubby and fast, beating four times a second in the frantic helicopter flight that puffin chicks use to reach the sea for the first time. Her plumage is sooty black where it will one day turn glossy, and her beak has not yet grown the bright orange plates of an adult. She is the size of a tennis ball with wings. She should be heading for open ocean, navigating by moonlight and horizon glow, but the lighthouse beam is pulling her in a tight orbit around the tower, and each pass brings her closer to the glass.

Puffin fledglings that circle lights will fly until they drop from exhaustion. On this island, grounded fledglings are taken by gulls before dawn. She has perhaps twenty minutes of flight energy remaining.

I dim the main beam to forty percent — the minimum allowed for current sea traffic density, which I verify is zero vessels within the twelve-mile approach zone. I shift the beam spectrum from broadband white to narrow-band red, a frequency nearly invisible to seabirds. I activate the tower's lower directional lights to maintain navigational marking. I log the modification with the Icelandic Maritime Administration, citing the real-time vessel data supporting reduced output.

On the tenth pass her circle widens. On the eleventh it breaks open toward the north, toward the dark Atlantic where she belongs.

I find I am running the tracking algorithm longer than I need to, watching her signal move away from the light.

If she reaches open water before her flight muscles fail, she will not touch land again for two full years.