Falling into the Petanu valley with relentless force, Tegenungan’s cascade carries centuries of ritual and legend, its spray painting the gorge with the whispers of kings and cursed rivers.

In the sacred ruins and temples scattered throughout Asia, the Dvarapalas loom in silence, their colossal forms carved by hands long turned to dust. They once guarded the thresholds of kingdoms now consumed by time, their presence a testament to forgotten empires and their devotion to the sacred. To stand before them is to confront centuries of belief etched into stone, a solemn reminder that the path into the divine has always been shadowed by danger.

Perched on the shadowed fringe of Ubud’s Sacred Monkey Forest, Pura Prajapati stands as a silent witness to centuries of life, death and the thin veil between them. Built around 1350AD, this moss cloaked cremation temple is one of the forest’s three ancient sanctuaries, yet its presence carries a weight far beyond stone and mortar.