THE BEGINNING

The wind whispered softly through the quiet streets. Night had long since fallen, but in a small garage turned into an improvised studio, four children sat together. They formed a circle, exchanging knowing glances, as if they understood that this moment would stay with them forever.

Victoire gently tapped his fingers on an old guitar, letting a few hesitant chords escape. Daniella, sitting next to him, hummed a barely audible melody, her eyes fixed on the floor. Ryder, lying on a rug, stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Andrea, meanwhile, scribbled a few lyrics in a worn-out notebook.

Then, without needing to speak, the music began to take shape.

A simple, fragile melody, carried by their still-innocent voices.

They sang of the nostalgia for a future they did not yet know. A silent promise of eternal friendship.

But fate had other plans...