It begins, as many extraordinary stories do, in the dark.
Deep under the forested slopes of Cherrapunji, where rain has sculpted limestone for millions of years, a drip of water once fell in just the right place, at just the right moment, leaving behind a thin sheet of minerals on the floor of a cave. Drop by drop, layer by layer, over centuries, those minerals built a silent archive. Today, that quiet record—locked inside a stalagmite at Mawmluh Cave—has travelled across continents, across centuries, and into the official timeline of the planet.
