“You searched to watch,” the faun said, smiling. “But watching is not the same as believing. Now you must find your own story. The White Witch’s spell has updated—she blocks not Turkish delight, but Wi-Fi. You’ll need to restore the signal at the Stone Table before you can ver online again.”

The screen flickered. The living room lights buzzed. Then the floor dropped away like a trapdoor, and both children tumbled through a whirlwind of falling coats and frozen air.

Sofía sighed. “So we can’t stream anything until we save Narnia?”

However, I’m happy to write an original short story inspired by that idea. Here’s a little tale:

Sofía had typed “las crónicas de Narnia ver online” into the search bar out of sheer boredom. It was a rainy Tuesday in Madrid, and her little brother Leo was pestering her for the hundredth time to find the old movies their abuela used to put on after school.