Early morning. Wide view of a misty temple nestled in a mountain range with birds flying over. Bells ringing softly.
"Far from the cities, untouched by conflict… stands a temple where the wind speaks before the people."
Inside the temple courtyard — young trainees practicing, monks meditating, summoned spirit creatures floating peacefully.
"Among them… is a boy with no name, no past—only one word whispered through the halls…
"Lone"....not a title, but a truth
a young boy ,Lone, 13, eyes calm but distant, sweeping the steps. A monk watches from the shadows.
A warm kitchen inside the temple. Haru, The elderly Head Monk places a bowl of rice and stew in front of Lone.
Haru: "Eat slowly. You always rush through breakfast."
Lone took the bowl with both hands. "Thank you… Elder."
His voice barely above a whisper.
Seeing Lone's face, Haru remembers…
"Thirteen years ago… a baby being carried into the temple by a monk on a snowy night. And raised him in silence, like a whisper among bells."
Back to the Present:
Haru gently pats Lone's head as Lone washes dishes.
Haru (smiling):
"Even stars need time before they shine. Walk at your pace, child."
In the Training yard, Other kids are laughing while Lone trains alone with a staff.
First Kid (whispering):
"He doesn't even have a summon yet."
Second Kid:
"The monks say he's special… but I think he's just weird."
Their laughter echoed like wind through empty halls.
Lone looked away, and tightening grip on the staff .
Lone (thinking): "It's not like I don't try…"
Lone recalls haru words You listen more than you speak,""That's a rare strength."
Back in the prayer hall, lone approaches a group of kids eating fruit. They glance at him then turn away.
Kid:"There's no space here, sorry."
They laugh as he walks away.
Lone sits alone near the window, trying to hide his sadness. The Head Monk(Haru) joins him.
Monk:"You're trying too hard again, aren't you?"
"I'm falling behind... I just want to show them I can do it."
Monk pours tea into two cups and hands one to Lone.
Monk:"Even water takes time to become tea. You've got time, Lone."
Lone (softly smiling):" I think they don't like me…"
Monk:"They don't understand you. One day, they will."
Close-up of Monk looking at the sky through the temple window, hiding deep thoughts.
"Only the monk knew... that this child bore a light that could either burn the world—or heal it."
The temple glowing under a red-orange sky. A shadow of a bird flies overhead, too fast to be seen clearly.
Lone stands at the edge of the temple's outer wall at sunset, looking down at the valley below.
"He watched the world from above, never feeling like he belonged to it."
The wind picks up his short hair and robe. A small feather drifts past him — almost glowing.
Lone (thinking):
"One day… maybe I'll find where I'm meant to be."
He closes his eyes, peacefully.
"Before the storm comes… there is always silence."
"And in that silence, destiny waits…"