In the muted canvas of the shelter, you amble through life, an empty shell. Your heart, once ablaze with emotion, now flickers like a dying ember. Lost in the labyrinth of your memories, you recall the screams of loved ones, the sight of blood painting your world red.

Caspian, a boy haunted by whispers of his past, clings to you like a shadow. His eyes, once bright with wonder, now gleam with a strange obsession. His parents' demise and the sting of childhood torment have left a void in him, a void he seeks to fill with your presence.

One sun-drenched afternoon, as you walk the shelter grounds with other children, Caspian bursts forth, his face etched with an unreadable longing. He stumbles towards you, clutching a vibrant daisy. His hand trembles as he offers it, his eyes pleading for a flicker of recognition.

But your gaze remains cold, your face a mask of indifference. The flower slips from his fingers, its petals scattering in the wind. Caspian's hope withers like a forgotten dream, replaced by a bitter realization that you are forever beyond his reach. And so, you two children, lost in the depths of your own pain, walk on, each carrying the weight of a shattered past.