The music didn’t fade. It was cut short by a scream—sharp, panicked, unmistakably human. In the span of a few heartbeats, celebration collapsed into chaos. What had been a carefully staged New Year’s Eve filled with champagne, fireworks, and crowded dance floors turned into a scene of terror as flames tore through Le Constellation, trapping hundreds of revelers inside a space that instantly became lethal. People had come to Crans-Montana for a pristine alpine countdown—luxury travel, winter tourism, a postcard-perfect resort glowing under snow and lights. They did not come for smoke so thick it erased exits, for heat that…
The music didn’t fade. It was cut short by a scream—sharp, panicked, unmistakably human. In the span of a few heartbeats, celebration collapsed into chaos. What had been a carefully staged New Year’s Eve filled with champagne, fireworks, and crowded dance floors turned into a scene of terror as flames tore through Le Constellation, trapping hundreds of revelers inside a space that instantly became lethal.
People had come to Crans-Montana for a pristine alpine countdown—luxury travel, winter tourism, a postcard-perfect resort glowing under snow and lights. They did not come for smoke so thick it erased exits, for heat that stole breath, for a crush of bodies moving in blind panic. In seconds, visibility vanished. Music gave way to coughing, shouting, the dull roar of fire, and the sound of people falling.
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