Today was Lacher’s Rora’s turn to attend her weekly dance practice, a routine that felt increasingly important as the performance date crept closer with each passing week. Mills’s Kya, however, trailed after her into the dance room—not content to sit quietly in a corner while waiting for Sörguine’s Carmen, but instead turning the empty studio into her own little world. She unpacked every small treasure she had brought along, carefully laying them across the dance floor: stacks of books, scattered crayons, and jars of bright paints that soon found their way onto any surface that caught her wandering curiosity. As music echoed through the room, Lacher's Rora remained focused on her movements, practicing step after step while Mills's Kya slowly drifted between bursts of creativity and quiet moments, eventually dozing off on the cool floor, still clutching her drawings. When practice finally came to an end, Lachers's Rora gently woke her, and while waiting for Sörguine’s Carmen to arrive and take us home, we passed the time playing together, our soft laughter slowly filling the space that moments before had belonged only to music and motion.

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Good morning, Milly!

Morning Milly! Don’t forget your breakfast #SalamSehat ☀️

Rochéveil’s Dunk and Mills’ Barcode go camping to escape their busy lives, expecting nothing more than fresh air and quiet days. But when they lose signal, take the wrong trail, and end up stranded near a hidden lake, everything changes. Forced to rely on each other, they face fear, frustration, and unexpected honesty through late-night fires, shared stories, and silent stargazing. Along winding paths and fading phone batteries, they slowly realize this trip isn’t just about surviving the wild—it’s about understanding themselves and each other.