Word spread the way it always had — slow, bright, and certain. A new song had arrived: a Theth Nagpuri track with a beat like the pounding of a wooden plow and a voice that climbed like the bamboo flute in the river bend. People said it had come from far-off phones and laptop screens, birthed in a tiny studio and shared across the internet. Some called it a miracle; some called it a nuisance. Everyone called it beautiful.