He stood on the edge. The lion, fierce. His eyes, burning with rebellion. Water tumbled. A roaring waterfall. No peace, only chaos. Yet, he roared louder. The king against the force of nature. His heart beat. Like the falling waters, fast, relentless. His defiance echoed over the battlefield of rocks and water. The noise was deafening. It didn’t stop him. The lion stood, unyielding. A vision, singular, pulsated within him. His roar, wild and free. Exuding raw power and timing. Awaiting the opportune moment. Straddling the line – recklessness and strategy. Unrestrained and yet profound. Brave was the lion, at the waterfall’s edge.