Entering the living room, dark timber pitched roof echoes 1980s Balinese tradition. Steel frames converse with volcanic stone walls in shifting light. Above, cantilevered structures beneath the terrace form sculptural ceilings—rainwater channels embedded in beams guide monsoon downpours into the courtyard, merging function and aesthetics.

An emerald fabric sofa faces black leather loungers. On the teak sideboard, an antique metal candlestick holds moss-green candles, dark ceramic vases companion a vinyl player glowing warmly. When noon sun ignites waves of foliage outside, the interior’s shadowed serenity becomes a canvas showcasing nature’s vitality. In the dining room, a carved antique Balinese door enshrines the central axis. "More than art," the owner turns its handle, revealing a storage space behind. Each opening bridges ritual and daily life. Along volcanic stone walls, a stone goddess stands sentinel. Moss climbs her shoulders like a living emerald shawl.

Ascending stone steps, Kiputih roots coil beyond wooden screens. Step-embedded lanterns—repurposed door handles—filter light into starry speckles. On the master terrace, the tree’s trunk rises through a dedicated opening. Morning light fractures through leaves, casting dancing patterns on linen sheets—all while its gnarkled bark sits within hand’s reach, inviting touch. Moving through spaces, art and nature whisper everywhere. Windows frame jungle into living paintings, bronze figures quietly oxidize at stairway corners, a stone goddess bathes in light at the terrace edge. These metal-and-stone beings breathe with vines on volcanic walls, witnesses to the jungle’s timeless yet fleeting beauty.