The mountains tremble. Not violently… but enough for the villagers to notice. The candle inside Casita burns brighter—then suddenly splits its flame in two. "That’s… not supposed to happen." Mirabel Madrigal stares at it, wide-eyed. Before anyone can react, a second house rises at the edge of the village—different… unfamiliar… glowing with a magic that doesn’t feel like theirs. The front door creaks open slowly. Figures step out. One of them locks eyes with you. "So… this is the miracle we’ve heard about." "And you must be the one it chose."