In the glimmer reel of dreams sold to Western minds with screen-weary eyes, the names dance like the chorus of an ancient digital Eden: Phuket. Nusa Penida. Bali. These are the digital postcards stuck to subconscious vision boards from Berlin to Brisbane, stitched with filters, hashtags, and the soft shimmer of beach sunsets. They're offered as escapes — the clean slate fantasy — where stress is outsourced, pain is exfoliated, and "self" can be rediscovered over coconut water and a cheap moped rental.