First rays of the morning sun, piercing through the palm trees in the Mancingan rice fields of Bali.

As the sun's first warmth illuminated the lush greenery, a gentle mist began to rise, lending an otherworldly aura to the scene. The mist danced gracefully between the rows of rice fields, weaving an enchanting tapestry that enhanced the sense of serenity and wonder. It was as though the land itself exhaled, releasing the magic of a new day, a new beginning. This has to be one of the best sunrises I have witnessed in my nine days of sunrise chasing, a scene that took my breath away the first time I witnessed it.