Sunset over the Ricefields by Bianca ter Riet

The first signs of morning are gently presenting themselves, like a whisper of light across the landscape. In the distance, the sky slowly colours from deep grey to a magical shade of orange, white and golden yellow. The sun, still hidden just below the horizon, illuminates the sky with a warm glow that spreads across the world like liquid honey.

Before you lie the rice fields, carved in terraces against the rolling flanks of the jungle. The young rice plants stand in neat rows, their bright green blades reflected in the still water of the basins. Between the narrow, grassy embankments, the morning dew glistens like silver pearls. The fields almost look like mirrors reflecting the rising light - soft, diffuse, almost magical.

Tall palm trees rise among the rice terraces, their silhouettes sharply outlined against the ever-lightening sky. Their long, graceful leaves catch the first sunlight, illuminating them like flames of green in a sea of mist. The mist lies low over the land, hovering like a thin veil covering everything with a mystical, fairy-tale filter. Between the trees and fields, the mist dances slowly upwards, warmed by the first rays of the sun.

In the distance, you can hear the jungle awakening: the call of an early bird, the distant song of crickets slowly hushed, the soft rustle of leaves in a sleeping breeze. The silence is not empty, but filled with the subtle life of the morning. Everything feels fresh, as if the world is starting again - a daily miracle taking place in silence, far away from the eye of the world.

The sunrise over these jungle rice fields is not a moment, but an experience. A harmony of light, moisture, smell and sound. Here, among palm trees, rice and mist, time seems to stand still for a moment - as if nature invites you to just be, and breathe with its rhythm. Photo was taken in Sidemen with Mount Agung in the background.