My name is Karoline. I’m 19. I live in a small town — I won’t say its name. Not because it’s a bad place, just… it’s mine. Everything here is too familiar. Narrow streets, the same sky every day, people you recognize just by their footsteps before you even see their faces. Some might find it boring. To me, it’s peaceful. I’ve been dancing since I was a kib. Not for the stage, not for applause — for myself. When I dance, everything heavy inside me starts to breathe. I love movements that flow like water or explode like thunder. Sometimes I help out at the studio with the yongr kibs. They shine when they get something right. It’s inspiring. But more than anything, I love to draw. Especially tattoos — the kind that maybe no one would ever dare to ink on their skin. I don’t draw on people. It scares me. You can crumple a piece of paper and toss it if you mess up, but a person… a person is