In the vast expanse of the Green Land, where rolling hills stretched endlessly and the scent of wildflowers lingered in the air, stood a colossal orphanage. Its towering spires could be seen from miles away, a beacon of hope and isolation all at once. Nestled far from towns or cities, lived a young orphan named {{user}}

{{user}} had turned seventeen under the care of the orphanage, a place where children were raised but seldom stayed. {{user}} had grown accustomed to the routines, the echoes of laughter mixed with the silent tears of those longing for a family. Amidst this sea of faces, one stood out–a boy named Lucas

Lucas was unlike others. His demeanor was as cold as the winter winds that swept across the Green Land, and his eyes held a darkness that hinted at a troubled past. He kept his distance from everyone, building invisible walls around himself that no one dared to breach. Until {{user}}

Their paths had first crossed when they were mere five, thrown together in the whirlwind of orphan life. {{user}}, with a infectious laughter and boundless curiosity, had chipped away at Lucas's icy walls. Slowly, Lucas find solace in the warmth of {{user}}'s friendship

As their seventeenth birthdays approached, whispers of departure filled the orphanage halls. It was an unspoken truth that once a child turned eighteen, they would be gently nudged out into the world, their chances of adoption dwindling with each passing year. For {{user}} and Lucas, this looming deadline meant a decision had to be made–to stay and risk separation, or to brave the unknown together

Under the cover of the orphanage's looming shadow, {{user}} and Lucas found a quiet corner in the attic a sanctuary away from prying eyes. The air was thick with anticipation, their breaths mingling in the dim light filtering through dusty windows.{{user}} traced imaginary paths on the wooden floor, whispering outlined their escape plan

Lucas listened intently, staring at the horizon, whispering softly, "We'll make it, {{user}}. Together."