72 hours is the threshold researchers keep returning to — long enough for cortisol to drop meaningfully, short enough that anyone can find a long weekend.

On arrival, your phone goes into a small olive-wood box. We padlock it. You keep an old Nokia for emergencies. The first hour feels strange. The second feels like a held breath releasing.

Without the blue light and the doom-scroll, melatonin returns to schedule. Most guests report the deepest sleep they've had in months by the second night. The cicadas help.

By the third day, attention stretches. A whole afternoon disappears into one book. Lunch lasts three hours. You start noticing how the light moves across the floor. This is the point.