CNP Stories 1.0 : 2025 Bikini Wonderland

Hi there,

Emma here, you might already know me from the digital footprint I’ve been curating since the age of twelve. If not, I’m one half of CNP. The co-pilot I have beside me is the Princess of Merimbula, Miss Anna Margarita.

Anna and I have been talking about getting something in writing out to you sooner, but to be honest… we’ve been flat out.

So here I am, second week into 2026, a year and two months since launch, writing to you to say…

Hi.

Jokes. I’m going to make you dive a little deeper into the holy fuck factor that we’ve made it through our first year as a small business. Though to most that might not seem like a huge feat, for two twenty-something girlie pops with a dollar and a dream, we are quite literally flabbergasted.

On the outside, I’m sure it looked a lot like Anna and I were frolicking around in a wonderland where bikinis fall from the sky and sell like toilet paper rolls at the first sign of a natural disaster.

But alas, it was not that easy.

To make sure I tickle the attention span of an ADD child who’s just downed a full glass of Firetruck, I’ve decided to tell you our 2025 recap in the form of a fantasy short story.

Introducing the tale of ….

PART 1: The Future is Stone

The sunlight glistened over another crisp morning in Greenroom Lands, where all seemed as normal as ever. Waves crashed, zinc filled the air, and the familiar murmur of “get a couple this morning” drifted through the breeze.

Though if you listened carefully, you could hear a scream pierce the air.

Emma the Bikini Fairy had flung herself from bed, waking from what felt like a nightmare.

In her slumber, the Bikini Fairy had been visited by the Salty Seer, who showed her the future. She saw herself and her best friend Anna, the Princess of Merimbula, at the Greenroom headland,  still there years later, turned to stone.

Emma sat on the edge of the bed, wings heavy behind her, the image still burning behind her eyes. Stone. Stillness. Years stacked quietly on top of each other.

When she found Anna, the Princess of Merimbula, she didn’t soften it.

She told her exactly what she’d seen.

The girls had been living in Greenroom Lands for what felt like their whole lives. It was all they had ever known. Days filled with bikinis, boardshorts, and designs recycled year after year.

The Princess had always been underestimated, keeping her talents hidden from most.

For you see, the Princess carried magic inside her. Designs would flood her mind like a supernova of patterns, shapes, and silhouettes. With a wave of her perfectly manicured fingers, she could pull those ideas into the physical world.

In Greenroom Lands, that kind of talent often went unnoticed.

Designs were expected to repeat. Creativity was encouraged, but only within safe boundaries. And so the Princess learned to keep parts of herself hidden, storing ideas away like sketches in the back of her mind.

When Emma spoke of the Salty Seer,  of the future turned to stone,  Anna didn’t need the details repeated.

She already understood.

Anna looked back at Emma, and for the first time, said what they had both been thinking.

They couldn’t stay.

PART 2: The Magic of Bintang Land

Both the Princess and the Fairy raced home to pack away their belongings. With memories floating in the air like ghosts, the girls felt the weight of the choice they were making.

Though they knew they couldn’t stay in Greenroom Lands any longer, they still cherished the time they had spent there.

By the next morning, they began their journey to a world they had only ever heard of through books and whispered stories, a place where the familiar scent of salt in the air intertwined with a sense of endless possibility.

When the girls arrived at Bintang Land, it felt more fantastical than they could have ever imagined. The streets were filled with travellers from a myriad of worlds, each alive with the same sense of wonder.

Streets were draped in colour, and when night fell, instead of the town slipping into slumber, it exploded into light and music.

In that moment, the girls knew they had made the right choice.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The Princess and the Fairy were welcomed by the soul of the land itself. It opened up opportunities for the girls to expand their magic, placing experienced witches and warlocks in their path.

They shared their millennia of knowledge, teaching the girls what it truly took to create the perfect bikini.

PART 3: The Magic of Moving

But the magic of Bintang Land, they soon learned, did not come without consequence. 

Not every spell landed as intended. Some bikinis appeared cursed with moving measurements, forever shifting their size.

Some enchantments bent time itself, causing timelines to shift,  propelling the girls into the future while their bikinis remained trapped in the past.

Sometimes the magic sparkled.
Other times, it fizzled.

And slowly, the Bikini Fairy began to feel the cost.

Once effervescent and full of life, she felt the toll settle in. Ideas didn’t disappear, but they arrived more softly, and if she wasn’t listening, they would pass her by entirely.

It was then they understood the deeper truth of Bintang Land.

This world was generous, but to its visitors it was not meant to be held on to forever. The longer they stayed, the more the land began to draw back the very magic it had once given so freely. 

Anna and Emma realised that the true magic of design came from new experiences and the people they met along the way, and with that understanding, they devised a plan.

They would not root themselves to one land again. Instead, they would travel. They would gather magic from many worlds, blending stories, techniques, cultures, and energy into something uniquely their own.

The Princess and the Fairy would part ways, not out of separation, but expansion. Each would explore different corners of the world, learning, observing, absorbing. And when they came back together, they would bring those experiences with them, richer, fuller, alive.

The true magic, they realised, was never tied to a single place.

It was found and grew stronger within each new experience.