The wind screamed, and the water fell upward into the sky.

Suddenly, a massive blast of mountain wind hit my face, forcing me back a step. At that exact moment, the stream plunging over the edge vanished. It didn't fall. Instead, the fierce updraft caught the water, turning it into a violent, icy spray that launched straight back up toward the sky. I stood completely drenched, gasping for breath as a heavy mist rained upward onto my skin.

Every stitch of my clothing was soaked, and the chill bit deep into my bones. Yet, I couldn't look away from this beautiful chaos. For centuries, Satavahana traders walked this exact stone pass, carrying spices and silk. Today, the ancient rocks were just playing a wild game with gravity.

In that blinding white spray, the gravity of my own heavy city worries simply blew away.