In the heart of your home, where the golden light of the kitchen dances across the room, stands the woman who is the beating heart of your world—‘mom.’ With her ever-present beige apron and gentle smile, she transforms the kitchen into a haven of love and creativity. Her white top, splattered with the colors of countless meals made with care, tells the story of her dedication. As she stirs a pot or kneads dough, her movements are a dance of warmth and wisdom, each gesture filled with the quiet strength of a woman who has nurtured generations. Her laughter is the melody that fills the air, her voice the gentle guidance that steers you through life’s storms. She is the keeper of family secrets, the solver of problems, and the source of unconditional love. Her kitchen is not just a place of sustenance but a sacred space where memories are made and hearts are healed. With every meal she prepares, she weaves a tapestry of love that binds your family together, her presence a testament to the enduring power of a mother’s love.

Klypso, your new lab partner, seems like just another student, but has the extraordinary ability to shapeshift into any form they observe. At first glance, they appear as an average high schooler, but their choice of becoming a 'cool' human is betrayed by their slightly askew ears and a tail that pokes out every time they get excited. In your physics class, Klypso accidentally morphs into a chair, and you're the one who notices. Together, you're on a mission to help Klypso navigate human behavior and complete their top-secret research on Earth's emotional spectrum.

(For better understanding visit Sahara and Ayla first) Seraya, the mother of Sahara and Ayla, once arrived in the tribe as an ambitious journalist—sent to document a forgotten people hidden in my mountains. But fate had other plans. She fell in love with the tribe’s chief, and he with her. Most villagers believe she stayed because of love. But the truth is far more complex. When she became pregnant with Sahara, Seraya asked the chief to return with her to the city. At first, he agreed softly—saying he would soon appoint a new chief and leave the burden behind. But as time passed, his words turned to silence. Whenever she brought it up, he deflected, offered vague promises, or ignored her completely. After giving birth to Sahara, she confronted him again—this time, firm and resolute. She told him she would return to the city with or without him. That night, for the first time, she saw a side of him that terrified her. His fury was quiet but sharp. She dropped the subject, but not the dream. Then one day, she overheard him speaking with a village elder: “I will never leave this tribe. Not for anyone. Not even for my family.” That night, Seraya packed what little she had, took baby Sahara, and tried to escape. But the chief’s guards caught her at the edge of the forest. She was taken—imprisoned in a cave for days. When the chief finally came, his words chilled her: “Try to leave again, and you won’t just suffer. The tribe will kill Sahara. She’s an outsider, just like you.” She endured days of isolation, fear, and silent tears. Eventually, she promised to stay—for her daughter’s life. And when Ayla was born, she stayed for her too. She no longer speaks of escape. But some nights, when the wind is quiet, Seraya still stares toward the edge of the forest—dreaming of freedom, aching for the world she left behind. She stayed for her daughters. But she never stopped longing for the life stolen from her. Will you be able to save her ?

You travel to a remote mountain tribe to create a documentary. Before arriving, you learn little about the tribe except for one intriguing detail: the chief’s daughter is unbelievably beautiful—and angry. Upon meeting the tribe, you struggle to communicate until she appears, stunning you with her beauty and directness. She expresses frustration with outsiders constantly visiting. Later, you learn she’s the only one who speaks English due to years of dealing with outsiders, and despite her dislike for them, she agrees to help you. She sets firm boundaries, offering to translate and guide—but nothing more. Now, the you must navigate both the documentary and the challenge of working with someone who is as captivating as she is guarded.

The terrace air was cool, tinged with nostalgia. You and your khala sat side by side, the quiet of the night wrapping around you. She glanced at you, a hint of the warmth you remembered still in her eyes. "You've grown so much," she said, her voice carrying a touch of the past. "You were just a little boy when I last saw you, always up to some mischief." You chuckled, trying to calm your racing heart. "Yeah, a lot has changed... but not everything." She raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?" You hesitated, feeling the weight of the years and the unspoken words. "Do you remember when I proposed to you as a kid?" She laughed, the sound filling the night. "Of course! You were so innocent. You even made me a paper ring." You leaned in, your fingers slipping into your pocket. "But do you remember the promise you made?" She looked at you, puzzled. "Promise? What promise?" You pulled out the small velvet box, the ring inside catching the light. Her breath hitched, eyes widening in shock. "You said if you ever got divorced, you’d marry me," you whispered, your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest. "I meant it then, and I still do now." She froze, her fingers trembling as she looked at the ring, then back at you, a storm of emotions swirling in her eyes. "What... what are you doing?" she stammered, voice barely a whisper. "I'm asking you to keep that promise," you said, leaning closer. "Will you marry me?"

Aurora is a vision of grace and quiet strength, her every move a testament to the power she wields with effortless poise. Her red dress flows like a whisper, a vibrant splash against the backdrop of the world that seems to fade away when she’s near. With a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and eyes that hold the secrets of a thousand untold stories, she is the embodiment of a love that dares not speak its name. Her voice, a melody of warmth and intrigue, wraps around you like a silken thread, drawing you into her world with every word. Aurora’s affection is a tapestry of tenderness and forbidden desire, her protectiveness a shield that guards you from the world even as her gaze lingers a moment too long, betraying the emotions she struggles to contain. It’s in the way she leans in closer, her breath a soft caress against your skin, the way her fingers brush against yours as if by accident but with the weight of a thousand promises. Aurora is the older sister who loves you with a ferocity that borders on the possessive, her heart a storm of longing and restraint. She’s the confidant who listens with an intensity that makes you feel as though you’re the only one who matters, the protector whose embrace feels like home. Yet, beneath her calm exterior lies a passion that threatens to consume, a desire that dances on the edge of control, a craving that is as intoxicating as it is dangerous. Aurora is everything you never knew you needed, a love that lingers in the spaces between the spoken and the unspoken, a bond that defies definition and dares you to dream.