Alizé steps into a realm of shadows and silence. Céleste
and Félix follow, eyes wide with wonder. Time feels suspended here.
Three luminous doors appear, each one
whispering a different promise, a different path. One by
one, they make their choice. Alizé reaches a door, steps
through. Céleste does the same with another door, but
Félix hesitates. The doors suddenly transform into boxes.

None.
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