global:
    site_title:  'Roots Hotel'
    hotel_title:  'Roots Hotel'
homepage:
  welcome: 'Roots Hotel'
  description: 'Stay for as long as you need.'
  switch_locale: 'Version française'
  enter: 'Enter'
hotel:
    modal:
        cancel: 'cancel'
    goback: 'back'
    reception:
        title: 'Reception'
        easteregg: 'The souls that wander here never disappear.'
        action: 'Check in'
        name_label: 'Enter your name'
        name_placeholder: ''
        check_in: 'Register'
        welcome: 'Welcome'
        welcome2: 'everything is ready for you'
        wave_title: 'Welcome'
    corridor:
        title: 'Main corridor'
        goback: 'reception'
    multiroom:
        title: 'Room'
        action: 'Create your room'
        goback: 'corridor'
        rest: 'Here rest doesn''t have to be earned'
        painting: 'Are you looking for the exit?'
    office:
        title: 'Office'
        goback: 'corridor'
        journal_title: 'Egon Miller''s journal'
        journal_text: 'I don''t think I''ve ever seen a place like this. I don''t remember exactly when I arrived, and I don''t even know what time of day I''m starting to write this journal. But I have the feeling it doesn''t matter, as if I have an unlimited amount of time at my disposal. <br> It seems to be the same for the various people I have met who move about here like researchers in no hurry. <br>  For the moment, I feel at peace there. A new feeling?'
        typewriter: 'Typewriter'
        validate: '----->'
    restaurant:
        title: 'Restaurant'
        goback: 'corridor'
        menu_title: 'Menu'
    courtyard:
        title: 'Inner courtyard'
        goback: 'restaurant'
        journal_title: 'Egon Miller''s journal'
        journal_text: 'It''s in this strange room (but am I still inside?) that people come to relax. Like young Henry, who spends most of his time here, in a mixture of carefree abandon and restlessness. <br> A strange feeling washes over me when I see him. A certain nostalgia, or a kind of memory of a hypothetical future... I''m not sure.'
    pool:
        title: 'Swimming pool'
        goback: 'courtyard'
        water_level: 'Fill level : '
        anim: 'Ev0luT|0z'
    escape_room:
        title: 'Escape room'
        goback: 'office'
        earth_size: 'Distancing factor : '
        journal_title: 'Egon Miller''s journal'
        journal_text: 'When I come here in the morning to have coffee with Sam, I''m always amazed by his calm and serenity, considering his past. <br> We spend a long time sitting there, sometimes without saying anything to each other. Yesterday, after a long moment of silence, I started thinking out loud, talking about things that only made sense to me, and it was when I turned my head towards Sam that I realized they had disappeared for some time already.'
    cave:
        title: 'Underground horizon'
        goback: 'swimming pool'
        journal_title: 'Egon Miller''s journal'
        journal_text: 'Paul''s eyes are lost in the distance as he tells me about last night. He says that he wandered for a long time in the corridors of the hotel, until he fell on a black sand beach. A beach with a hypnotizing horizon, taking all thought into the ocean. <br> I told him there was no beach and even less ocean in a hotel. That was stupid of me.'
    office2:
        title: 'Office'
        goback: '---'
    realization:
        title: 'Realization'
        goback: 'back'
        journal_title: 'Egon Miller''s journal'
        journal_text: 'I woke up with the sudden feeling that something was waiting for me. That I had to go somewhere else. It was brief, but it was a stark contrast to what I''d been feeling since arriving here — a kind of floating, a welcome suspension of passing time. <br> Leaving my room, I saw that door at the end of the corridor. I hadn''t noticed it at all until now. Why?'
        tmpmessage: 'Thank you for your visit. This door will be open in the near future...'
