Alohā 'oe Aina; A macro-fiction project

Ēkahi: Aīna

The waves of waīkiki bursts with a thundering sound crashing against the shores. It was almost evening at Oāhu, the sun appears as if it was sitting still half drowned by the sea. Honolulu's glistening urban landscape began to light it's street light. The tiki bars are getting ready to welcome all, neither Haole's and Kanaka Maoli's are exceptional when they're drunk. The pinching taste of pineapple mixed with sweet rum is what makes paradise so famous, as long as people don't realize about the fact that piña colada was from Puerto Rico. Nonetheless, they can't seem to be aware to the rest of the world when they're living carefree in paradise as if nothing would come to harm while they're there. The trance is even more felt when they're listening to the sound of strings, just a slight touch is enough to make a sooth melody and with that any musician would play. Basically, everyone here kinda knows how to play Ukelele so it's just felt like everyday life.