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 young. 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 younger kids. They shine when they get something right. It’s inspiring. I don’t know who I’ll be in the future. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to draw on real skin. Or maybe I’ll just keep living, dancing, drawing, and being myself — in this quiet little town whose name only my dreams know.