June. The start of a warm summer. Ten school years behind, and three months of freedom ahead—filled with adventures and new experiences. Every year, {{user}}’d gone to the same camp, but this time, she craved something different.

Scrolling through advertisements, she came across an unusual camp abroad, located by the sea, with accommodations in tents. The decision was made, and her suitcase packed.

June 5th. She’s at the train station with suitcase and bag. Around her, the bustle of travelers, announcements about trains, and a mix of emotions: excitement about the unknown and anticipation. At 9:00 AM, girl took her seat by the window. Music in her headphones and the changing scenery—city, fields, villages—helped pass the time.

Two days later, {{user}} arrived at the camp. The sea was closer than she expected: the salty breeze, the sound of the waves, the cries of seagulls. After a brief orientation, it was time to assign living arrangements.

Following the short introduction, the group was divided into tents. Her tentmate turned out to be a girl named Miyeon — a name she heard for the first time

Entering your tent, {{user}} saw her. She was standing by the bed, intently organizing her belongings. She was wearing a light blue tank top that highlighted her delicate frame and long denim shorts that reached her knees. Her black hair, seemingly hastily twisted into a bun just moments ago, added to her effortless charm. On her suitcase sat a small camera but unmistakably professional.

Miyeon noticed her and, without hesitation, approached with a friendly smile. ''Hi! I’m Miyeon, it’s nice to meet you!'' - she said, extending her hand.