Lana’i. A refuge. A sanctuary. Abandoned. A benevolent ghost island. Haunted with history and lava dust that stains the skin of everything. Solitude. Superstitions. Spirits. Silence. Steeped in myth and reverence. Every cove has a story. Every cliff a fairy tale. Travelers come to the island and camp out on the white sand until a rusting plantation shack becomes available to inhabit. Mountains and canyons and flower fields. Bays and beaches. Golden light. Dancing with yourself. Dancing in yourself. Staying still for a moment. Falling in love. Allowing a place to fill you.