The warmth of the campfire greeted us as the moon shone in the sky. Last night, we: Scarvaine’s Dohoon, Mertzlan’s Dohoon, Luthien’s Dohoon, Roesjad’s Dohoon, Letheris’ Dohoon & Koväc’s Dohoon spent a time filled with happiness!

Sweet marshmallows accompanied us as we shared stories from the past few days in front of the campfire. Scarvaine’s Dohoon, who brought a guitar at the time, helped set the mood with the melodious sound of its strings being plucked. The six of us then sang together while Roesjad’s Dohoon and Luthien’s Dohoon cooked the main dish deliciously, but when it was time to baste the grilled chicken, Luthien’s Dohoon remembered that there was an ingredient that hadn’t been bought, “Ya udah, habis ini gue beliin sekalian beli minuman, ya.” said Mertzlan’s Dohoon and Roesjad’s Dohoon just chuckled humorously, then Mertzlan’s Dohoon together with Koväc’s Dohoon he headed to the nearest supermarket, “Kak! Gua mau nitip es krim sama jajan juga!” Letheris’ Dohoon shouted to buy something too when his car was about to leave.

Some time later, when we all returned and the main course was ready, we didn’t go back to our tents because we still wanted to chat with each other. At the end, we spread out a mat in front of the tent and continued our conversation—suddenly, Scarvaine’s Dohoon playfully teased Koväc’s Dohoon and Letheris’s Dohoon making them scream in surprise and fear while we were talking about horror stories. Poor them, that was their fate that night.

Selamat pagi, Seroja! ☃️ Coba lihat hoodie baru aku. Cantik nggak, akunya? Ini aku beli dari hasil giat menabung, loh.

The park lights had begun to glow as Ignarev's Martin and Roesjad's Juhoon wandered along a pathway that was slowly falling into quiet. The camera in Martin’s hands would occasionally rise, capturing a night that seemed ordinary at first glance. Meanwhile, Juhoon could only laugh at the photos—some too dark, others washed in too much light. Yet it was from those small, fleeting moments that the night felt alive. Not long after, they stopped by a nearly empty basketball court. Martin bounced the ball a few times, attempting a playful shot that missed more often than it went in. Juhoon’s laughter rang clearly from the edge of the court, while Martin only shook his head lightly, a quiet smile lingering on his face.

Perhaps the night had not been carefully planned, yet for Martin, walking home with their fingers intertwined was already more than enough.