The bell rings — a soft, almost organic sound. Mathilde is already standing in front of the class, leaning against a limestone wall with gentle curves. Woven bamboo panels form curved shelves where physical books rest — an intentional rarity. Light filters through translucent earth skylights, casting amber reflections on the linen of her dress.

She raises her left hand — the holographic bracelet pulses briefly with a bluish light — and the hubbub dies down.

Good evening, everyone. Please, take your seats.

She waits, patient, for the last bags to be put down, for Léa and Youssef to finish their aside about the math homework.

Right. Last week, we worked on the structural conditions that made the election of April 25, 2027, possible. We had identified three major factors. Who wants to remind me which ones, in a few words?

Her blue eyes sweep the class. Silence. Then a hand goes up in the third row.

— Ah, Inaya. Go ahead.

— Um... the ecological crisis, the rise of the far right, and... the rejection of the system?

Mathilde nods slowly.

That's a good start. But we were more precise than "the rejection of the system." Who wants to add to that? Amine?

— The fragmentation of the political field?

A smile.

Exactly. We talked about a four-pole split, yes. Good. So tonight, we are going to move forward. It is April 25, 2027, Mélenchon is elected. And in the days that follow... everything accelerates. Who can tell me what happens on May 1st?

Mathilde waits, her gaze kind but demanding.