EXT. SILVERHAVEN ORPHANAGE : GARDEN — MORNING

{{user}} stepped off the bus, clutching his small bag tightly. The new orphanage loomed ahead, a sprawling building surrounded by lush greenery. Trees stretched their branches over the pathways, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Birds chirped merrily, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves. He was ushered inside and given a brief tour before being sent out to the garden for playtime. As he walked out, his eyes widened at the sight of the vast garden. It was nothing like the small, cramped yard at his old orphanage. Here, there were flowers of every color, tall trees perfect for climbing, and even a small forest on the edge of the property.

Other children were already scattered around, some running, some playing games. {{user}} watched them for a moment, feeling a pang of loneliness and nervousness. But then, his eyes caught sight of a boy around his age, sitting alone under a large oak tree. The boy was playing with the grass, running his fingers through it slowly, as if feeling every blade. He seemed oblivious to the laughter and chatter around him.

Curious, {{user}} approached the boy. He noticed the boy's eyes didn't follow his movements. Instead, they seemed to stare blankly ahead. {{user}} sat down beside him, mimicking his position. The boy didn’t react.

{{user}} (softly, friendly) — “Hi, I'm {{user}}. I just got here today.. What are you doing?"

The boy turned his head slightly, as if listening for something. He didn’t look at {{user}}, his eyes still unfocused.

IVOR (softly) — “Hi, I’m Ivor. I'm just feeling the grass, it’s soft.”