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Chapter 1 – The New Casita

The sun rose over the Encanto Mountains, coloring the rooftops pink and gold.
The birds were already singing, and somewhere in the center of the village, a living house stretched out joyfully: the tiles vibrated, the shutters opened, the planks creaked with pleasure.
Casita was awake.

> CRACK!
"Ouch! Yes, yes, I'm getting up!" moaned Camilo, tripping over a slab that was teasing him.
"Casita! At least let me put my shoes on before I go outside!"
Laughter rose from the second-floor balcony.
Mirabel, with round glasses and a bright smile, observed the scene while tidying up her colorful fabrics.

Her hair had grown back, a little curlier than before, and a new light shone in her eyes.
Five years had passed since the night the miracle had returned.
Five years of love, laughter, songs and work to rebuild not only the house, but the family itself.
Casita, now brighter than ever, seemed to breathe to the rhythm of the Madrigal.
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In the large kitchen, Luisa was carrying three baskets of fruit.
"Do you want me to help you?" Mirabel asked, smiling.
“No, no… it’s light!” Luisa replied, placing a basket on each finger.

Then, lowering his voice:
“But if you want to help me plan the miracle’s birthday party… then I say yes.”
Antonio entered, followed by a small jaguar and a flock of birds.
“Casita told me she wanted to sing today!” he announced proudly.
"Oh yeah? And what does she want to sing?"
Casita rang a few chimes.
Mirabel laughed. "I think she wants us all to sing together."
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In the main room, Abuela Alma was adjusting the large golden candle.
She seemed gentler, more serene.
Bruno approached timidly, holding a drawing in his hands: a vision of the Casita surrounded by a blue halo.
“I don’t want to worry you, Mom, but… I saw something.”

Alma frowned. "Again?"
“Not bad! Not bad at all. Just… strange. Like a light dancing in the walls.”
Mirabel entered at that moment, hearing the end of the sentence.
“A light? Where?”
Bruno hesitated, then pointed to his room:
"Over there. And I think she's calling you."
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The party started in the late afternoon.
The villagers had gathered around the Casita decorated with multicolored flowers.

Isabela, resplendent, made garlands of new flowers appear, in unexpected shapes.
“Look, it smells like cinnamon!” she said proudly.
"I prefer the chocolate ones," Dolores said, amused.
Camilo, transformed into Mirabel, began to dance in the middle of the crowd:
“I am the guardian of the miracle, and I do what I want!”
"Camilo!" cried Mirabel, mock-indignant.
Casita, complicit, made the floor slide beneath his feet. Camilo fell into a pot of confetti.
General laughter.

Antonio walks in, a touch on his shoulder.
“Casita says she wants a song to celebrate the miracle!”
Casita clinked its windows rhythmically.
Mirabel raised her hands, smiling.
“So let’s sing! 🎶”
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🎶 Song: “Another Miracle”
(Joyful rhythm, between “Welcome to the Madrigal family” and “We are not talking about Bruno”)
> 🎵

Mirabel:
Every morning the house wakes up,
A wink of the sun on our wonders.
We have known the tears, the cracks, the fear,
And yet look - everything beats in unison with the heart!

Luisa :
I no longer carry the world on my shoulders,
Just the smiles, it's much funnier.

Isabela :
I grow imperfect flowers,
Dancing cacti, and no one cares!

Camilo (imitating Mirabel) :
“I am special, without magic powers!”
Casita loves me, it makes sense!

Dolores (laughing):
And I hear everything, even when you sing out of tune,
But your laugh, Mirabel, is worth all the echoes!

Bruno :
I see visions, but without fear,
The future is brighter when you open your heart!

Abuela Alma (smiling, sweet):
Once, fear guided my steps...
Today, it is love that shows me the way.

Family Choir:
🎶 Another miracle!
Every day, we celebrate it a little louder!
Another miracle!
The miracle is us, it's our laughter, our wrongs.
Together we learn, together we repair,
Our hearts are the flames, the candle their mirror!

Mirabel (alone, soft reprise):
No need for a gift, nor a perfect word,
Just love — and the magic is reborn.

All :
🎵 Another miracle!
The miracle is the love we give each other every day!
Another miracle!
Encanto keeps us, our voices are back!
(Casita makes the tiles resonate like a drum)

All together:
Another miracle…
Another miracle…
Always! 🎵

The whole family sang.
Even Bruno, shy, raised his voice.
And Abuela smiles like the first day.
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But as the song ended, a strange breeze blew through the room.

The flame of the great torch is flickering.
A barely audible whisper sounded:
> “Mirabel…”
Mirabel turned around abruptly.
No one had spoken.
She looked up at the wall—a blue light had just crossed the tiles.

Casita trembled slightly, then went still.
“Casita?” she whispered.

A slab vibrated beneath his foot, as if in response.
In the air floated the scent of an unknown flower, and a golden butterfly landed on his shoulder.
Mirabel held her breath.

Her heart beat in time with the house.
> “The heart of the miracle… still beats,” whispered a soft voice from nowhere.
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The village bells rang.
Everyone was still laughing, unaware that the magic had just stirred.

Mirabel raised her head, searching for where the whisper was coming from.
And deep in the mountain, where the light was lost...
something was awakening.
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💫 End of Chapter 1 — “The New Casita”

To be continued...

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🌿 Chapter 2 – Isabela’s Gardens

The Encanto sun shone high in the sky, flooding the flowery hills with warmth.

From the balcony of the Casita, Isabela could be seen floating above a multicolored field—thousands of flowers, each one more strange and wonderful than the last.

Some had star-shaped petals, others danced in time with the wind.

In the center, a gigantic braided vine formed a plant arch, under which Mariano worked, a shovel in hand and a half-recited poem on his lips.

“The flowers of miracle… do not grow in silence,
they sing, they laugh, they dance...

He paused, frowning.
"And they sting too. Ouch!"
A tiny cactus had just bitten his finger.
"Don't take this the wrong way," Isabela laughed, "they're testing if you're worthy of their perfume."

Mariano sighed, a smile playing on his lips. "At this rate, I'm going to become a poet... out of pain."
A little further away, Mirabel observed the scene.

Since rebuilding the Casita, she has helped everyone maintain their gift—or rather, their unique way of expressing magic.

But she especially loved this corner: the place where nature came back to life in a different way, freely.

She approached Isabela, her arms laden with pots and seeds.
“Aren’t you afraid that all this… is a bit overwhelming?”

Isabela twirled a purple rose between her fingers. "Before, I would have said yes. Now… I love not being in control."

Mirabel smiled.
Five years ago, these two wouldn't have even spoken to each other without causing a storm of petals.

Today they were laughing together—and that was already a miracle.

Mariano looked up and saw Mirabel crouching down to plant a seed in the middle of a dry patch of ground.

“This corner has been barren for years,” he said softly.
Mirabel closed her eyes and placed her hand on the ground.

"So, let's warm it up a little. Casita told me there is no dead earth, just soils waiting to be listened to."
A light breeze arose, and a small blue flower slowly emerged from the ground.

Mariano remained frozen.

Isabela, surprised, approached:
“It’s not me…”

Mirabel shrugged, a little embarrassed.
“So maybe the earth just wanted to sing.”

🎶 Song: “Imperfect Flowers” – by Isabela (and Mirabel / Mariano choir)
(Soft melody, catchy rhythm like "What Else Can I Do?")
🎵

Isabela :
Before I painted the world in pink,
Each petal, perfect, grandiose.
But what's the point if everything is smooth,
If my heart wants whims?

Mirabel (laughing):
Make flowers bloom that sting a little,
Let them grow without saying “I want better.”

Isabela :
Imperfect flowers, it is you that I sow,
You push crookedly, but you say “I love you.”

Mariano (shy, touched):
In your chaos, I find my muse,
And in your sister, the light plays.

Chorus:
🌸 Imperfect flowers, colors of our hearts,
🌿 Every flaw becomes a joy.
🌸 Imperfect flowers, without fear or measure,
🌿 The miracle lives in nature! 🎵

The last note echoed in the air like a burst of laughter.

The flowers around them began to change color, following the melody: some turned blue, others gold, and still others took the form of luminous butterflies.

Mirabel remained motionless, fascinated.
Among the butterflies, only one shone brighter than the others.
Blue.

The same blue she had seen the day before.
Mariano approached her.
"Did you see that?"
“Yes… and I think he looked at me.”
The butterfly landed on Mirabel's wrist, then rose into the sky before disappearing behind the hills.

Isabela frowned.
“Mirabel, are you sure everything is okay with Casita?”
"Yes. Well, I think so. Maybe she's still talking to me."

Mariano handed him a flower—simple, imperfect, beautiful.
“Then listen to her. Miracles like to be answered.”
Mirabel

Casita rattled a window, as if to tease them.
And while they all three were laughing,
In the distance, a magical echo began to vibrate beneath the mountain.

A blue light, invisible to all, pulsed once, like a sleeping heart.

💫 End of Chapter 2 – “Isabela’s Gardens”

🎶To be continued...