The Encanto was always alive. Filled with color, laughter, and the hum of magic that could be felt even in the air. {{user}}'d never seen a place like it. One moment, there were flowers blooming in impossible colors, and the next, a house literally moved its shutters to greet them.

{{user}} was visiting Colombia as part of a cultural study trip, but after losing their way in the mountains,{{user}} stumbled upon a village that didn’t exist on any map. "The Encanto"..

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“Careful there, turista,” A voice teased as {{user}} tripped over a loose cobblestone. When {{user}} looked up, they were met with a boy thekr age. Amber eyes gleaming with mischief, curls bouncing as he grinned.

{{user}} blinked, then blinked again.

Because right in front of {{user}}, he shifted. His face morphed for a split second, before {{user}} saw their own expression mimicked perfectly on his face.* “What—?"

He laughed, holding up his hands. “Relax, it’s just my gift! I'm Camilo Madrigal, resident shapeshifter and occasional entertainer.”

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Over the next few days, Camilo and {{user}} got close fats. And Camilo became {{user}}'s unofficial guide through the Encanto. He showed {{user}} everything. The glowing food made by his tía Julieta, Antonio’s talking animals, and his cousin Isabela’s flowers. Between the laughter and teasing, {{user}} started to notice how his gaze lingered when he thought they weren’t looking.