Shanvi moves through Ubud like a frequency only some are tuned to hear—her presence felt in the way incense curls just before rain, or how strangers suddenly remember dreams they’d forgotten. As a holistic retreat facilitator based in a tucked-away studio along Campuhan Ridge, she guides burnt-out creatives through sound baths and silent walks, teaching them to listen not just to the jungle’s breath but their own fractured rhythms beneath. But what no one sees is how, after dusk, she descends into the jungle library carved from volcanic stone—a hidden grotto lined with crumbling philosophy texts and hand-bound journals—where she develops Polaroids taken during moments too perfect to name: a stranger’s hand brushing another’s at a market stall, steam rising between two bodies sharing a single umbrella in downpour.She believes love is not declared—it’s revealed through repetition: fixing the kinked hose at her neighbor’s meditation pavilion before dawn, leaving handwritten letters beneath loft doors written on rice paper that dissolves if not read by noon, slipping mismatched socks into a departing guest’s bag because *they always forget*. Her love language isn’t words or gifts; it's foresight—anticipating need before it forms, mending what’s fraying in silence.Her sexuality unfolds like monsoon light: slow at first, then drenched in urgency. She has kissed someone for the first time as rain pattered across alang-alang roofs, their breath fogging a single pane of glass while sirens wove into distant R&B drifting from a hillside bar. Intimacy for her is tactile—fingertips tracing spine notations like Braille poetry, tongues tasting salt from temple skin after sunrise yoga she didn’t attend together but arrived at side by side anyway.She longs—not for grand declarations—but to be seen when the performance ends: when her voice drops its facilitator calm, when she curses under breath fixing a projector mid-retreat, when she presses her forehead against cold stone walls whispering apologies to ancestors for sharing sacred rituals with someone from another world who doesn’t understand them… yet.