Bali Secret Adventure | Meet Yourself on the Scale of the Gods "Animated Version"

🌅 At the first dawn after a quiet day, the entire island of Bali just woke up from 24 hours of silence! I sat at the spiritually vibrant Pyramid Café by the sea in Pemuteran (Address: Jl. Raya Seririt-Gilimanuk), watching the waves return the petals from last night’s ceremony back to the Indian Ocean~ 🏝️ Melasti Beach was deserted in the early morning! At the end of the tide line, I discovered three magical bamboo poles 🎋 Local fishermen said these are instruments to measure the "sweetness of the waves"! Pressing my ear to the bamboo tube, I actually heard the sound of coral spawning—like countless tiny wind chimes ringing deep under the sea 💫 🎨 At noon, I wandered into a mural alley in Ubud and met a super cool artist creating his work! He was painting the myth of the "Cosmic Tree" on a pink wall 🌳 The canopy houses Hindu gods, but the roots are shaped like a PlayStation controller! "Modern people need new roots to understand the world," he said as he outlined the roots tangled with data cables in gold paint 🎮 But all connections ultimately lead to the same starry sky ✨ 💦 At 3 PM, I experienced a magical moment at Goa Giri Jampi Temple! When the icy holy spring water flowed over the back of my hand, I suddenly sensed seven different temperatures 🌈 It was like touching a spring stream and winter well water at the same time! The old priest smiled and said, "It’s not the water doing magic, it’s your senses just waking up from hibernation~" 🪁 At dusk, Campuhan Ridge was alive with a kite battle! Hundreds of "Bengal" divine bird kites tangled in the clouds, their strings tracing the paths of running children 🏃 My shadow blended with the shadows of palm trees, kite strings, and motorcycle flower baskets, weaving a temporary totem on the grass 🌇 ✈️ Tonight’s flight off the island was delayed... The glass in the waiting hall reflected the frangipani flowers at the tips of my hair 🌸 They will bloom one last time at ten thousand meters high~ A ground staff girl handed me a volcanic stone: "Next time you get lost, it will bring you back to today 💝" 🌟 Perhaps a true travel diary should be written by the earth itself. As the plane took off, I saw Bali’s lights flickering beneath the clouds: every wave knows the shore, every returnee was once a wanderer~