How fragile do you feel in the presence of something so colossal? At sunset, the waters of Vidraru are an abyss—dark, brooding, an unfathomable chasm of blue-black ink swallowing the last remnants of daylight. The dam, an arc of raw concrete and unyielding ambition, stands like a titan against the mountains, a man-made monolith defying both gravity and time. The cliffs around it, draped in late autumn’s last gold and rust, watch in silence as the sky burns in a final salute to the day. Built in