The first platform catches the last heat of the day. Sunlight slips through the leaves, gilding the trunks in a warm, honeyed light, and then—gradually—the forest exhales into color. From 25 meters above the ground, the canopy becomes a moving ocean; the Pacific horizon sharpens into a narrow ribbon, and you feel the dusk pull you forward. That pull is literal here: the cables lead you out over the trees, and for the next 90 minutes you move between platforms, guided by experienced staff and a light mounted on your helmet that makes the dark feel like another kind of twilight.