Granada is real. Sofia is imagined.

The café opened in 1921. The azulejos are older. The light over the Douro belongs to no one.

All of it is real. Sofia is not.

Sofia Medina is a fictional character — a heroine, like those cinema has invented for over a century. She was created with AI, the way films are made with cameras. The tool matters less than the reason: we wanted someone to look at these places slowly, the way they deserve.

So here is the contract, once and clearly: the cities are real. The cultures are real. The cafés, the tiles, the songs, the light — all real. One thing is imagined: her.

Nothing changes tomorrow. Sofia keeps traveling. You were here before the credits. That’s the best seat in the house.

Las ciudades son reales. Las culturas son reales. Solo ella es imaginada.