Pandora's Box

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This is a small town: South of France.
It's streets resemble a fairytale.
Baskets of flowers hang from every lamppost.
The smell of freshly baked bread and coffee hover around you as you walk by.
The town looks as if it belongs in a storybook. You would think tourists swarm towards this picturesque setting.
They do.
But not to admire its beauty.
Tourists are intrigued by the rumors of magic that this town holds.
Legend of gods and monsters. Tales of good versus evil...

If only they looked at the bigger picture.
If they spent a moment longer with Mr Sinclair and his wife, they would realize that the real magic was actually located on the outskirts of town. Isolated deep in the woods is the place where they call home.
Home: it's definition due to the euphoria they've felt every day as they raised 7 foster kids.

A home that seems like nothing out of the ordinary.
Until you look a bit closer...
You'd see the girl floating aimlessly in the air, lost in the book she's holding...
You'd see the boy lounged on the couch, lazily stir the pot on the stove using only his hand gestures...
A girl summon fire from her finger tips and a boy extinguishing it with only his gaze...
A girl having flowers bloom in the palm of her hand in a matter of seconds...
Two boys playing a unique game of chess with its pieces diminishing each other as they move across the board.

The real magic that no one paid a second glance.
Hidden
For
A reason.