You arrive expecting wilderness. You find something watching you.
The boat leaves Godkhali jetty before sunrise, and within twenty minutes the land you knew is gone. Not behind you, erased. The Sundarbans swallows its own edges. The waterways here do not behave like rivers; they branch and double back and end in walls of root and mud that look identical to the channel you came from. Your guide reads the water the way you read a face, for small changes that mean something. You do not have this skill. That is the first thing the delta teaches you: you are not equipped for this place.
