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FIRST AT-SEA CONFIRMATION OF THE GINKGO-TOOTHED BEAKED WHALE

For years, a mysterious echolocation pulse known by scientists as BW43 echoed through the deep waters of the North Pacific. Now, a landmark 2024 expedition off the coast of Baja California has finally cracked the case. Researchers successfully sighted, recorded, and genetically sampled a group of beaked whales, confirming the producer of the BW43 pulse is the equally enigmatic ginkgo-toothed beaked whale (Mesoplodon ginkgodens). This is the first time this species has ever been definitively identified and studied alive in the wild, linking its genetic, acoustic, and visual identity.

-A juvenile/subadult ginkgo-toothed beaked whale.

For the first time, scientists describe the whale's at-sea appearance, noting how juveniles are pale gray with a distinctive dark eye patch, while adult males develop a diagnostic white-tipped beak. Photographs of adult males showed extensive scarring from combat with other males. Previously known in the eastern Pacific from only two strandings over 70 years, the ginkgo-toothed beaked whale was considered a vagrant. Now, by mapping the widespread BW43 detections, we know it is a resident species from California to Baja California.

main photograph: young adult male ginkgo-toothed beaked whale swims along with the same adult male.

he's got two hats now (ghost is very impressed that he's not been explode-ified yet) :)

The Troupe Master meets his Dear Wyrm in the City of Tears, and inspects his finest craft.

text from porter robinson's "goodbye to a world"

-fully clad in netherite armor, stalking forward with long proud strides and his chin up.  dream is almost completely covered from head to toe, a mask on his face and his hood up.  trailing close behind him is a fluttering cloud of butterflies.  one has landed on his shoulder, another on his wrist.  one will fly off the blade of his axe as soon as he raises it.  he’s so used to them he doesn’t seem to notice.

-they gather when he sleeps, perching around his bed and resting on him.  flying above his face, riding on his gentle breaths.  george used to watch them, wondering how their little feet didn’t wake him.

-when they’re upset with him, they ram their delicate bodies against his mask.  the constant tink tink tink is distracting, and once or twice it actually did direct his attention away from whatever nonsense he was trying to pull.  “i know, i know,” he’ll tell them, “i can’t see when you do that, c’mon.”

-sam found one in the prison lobby once.  he’s not sure how they keep finding their way inside.  quackity will tear its wings off if he sees it.

-they land on techno’s arms, grasping the fur on his forearms.  he talks to them in a low voice, the way he talks to all the other animals.

-a hoard of butterflies on his shoulders as he limps through the forest, holding onto the thin and near-ruined prison uniform.  their wings flap in intervals, as though trying to keep him upright.  if he collapses, they ram his face until he wakes.

-quackity sees a beautiful, shimmering, blue butterfly resting against the facade of the casino.  it’s alone, which is odd– usually there’s a whole kaleidoscope of them when he’s nearby.  maybe he’s trying to be discreet.  quackity crushes it under his thumb, slowly and deliberately.  if he’s being watched, he doesn’t want to look afraid.

-a purple one lands on sam’s finger as he’s jotting down notes for a new machine.  he watches it, stretching and shifting the digit below it to watch how it moves with him.  there’s an empty cup on the desk beside him– he thinks about trapping it underneath.

-(he does, and he keeps it there for a while.  it flutters around inside the glass and its wings catch the light– it’s distractingly pretty.  he releases it outside.)