Wide, endless fields of green and lush tropical rainforest were what a normal park viewer might expect to see for the regular exhibits at Jurassic World.
Raptorland, however, was the only one with a school.
In the wake of the discovery by Tamer Owen Grady, a full psychological evaluation of the intelligence of the Indominus-Rex was conducted and, much to the horror of park supervisors and staff, as well as the manager of the island and owner of InGen, it was discovered the genetically modified super-predator was intelligent.
And thanks to her isolation, had been driven nearly insane.
And so began a rigorous process.
Suddenly, she found herself surrounded by voices, and not the one of her departed sibling that spent all of her time punishing her with guilt, but real, human voices.
Sure, she did not understand what they said, but they were real! People were talking to her!
After the beast had gotten past her initial anxiety, the thinking, feeling dinosaur below emerged.
Six weeks later, she was introduced to Pack Bravo, the second iteration of Jurassic World's raptor program who had utterly destroyed the sentience psychological evaluation and who were currently being petitioned for a whole new race of rights, the might of InGen behind them.
But right now, they were focused on one thing and one thing only.
They had a pack-sister they had never known about, in pain and alone.
As one, the raptors entered the paddock, the smaller raptor door behind them left open in the spirit of faith the park rangers were instructed to show the new race of individuals that they had inadvertently been impressing upon.
As one, they saw their broken pack-sister and before they could even try to introduce themselves, the Indominus-Rex, who had been so alone and had looked forward to this meeting all week, terrified the rest of the group when she rushed up and picked up their leader, Blue.
The intelligent raptor knew better than to struggle and simply nestled into her shoulder, crooning to her sisters to calm down as the Indominus let out a strangled, lonely, heartbreaking sound of terrible joy.
She cried, for she was no longer alone.
The pack joined their sister immediately, comforting their brethren.
And so now, years later, at unthinkable cost, the Raptors of Isla Nublar, technically, owned the island.
It turns out, dinosaurs were uniquely suited to managing dinosaurs.
Working in conjunction with the present rangers, Pack Bravo or 'The First' would learn everything about their isolated island home.
The terrible history of their creation and the winding scientific dartboard that had, eventually, resulted in their creation.
And insisted that they continue.
There were nearly a hundred raptors now, much to chagrin of the UN who were forced to recognize them as, technically, inheritors of the world, settling on giving them the island, given freely by InGen as a permanent raptor settlement and who now paid rent to their former scientific experiment.
But who also still owned the park.
Thus, a compromise was made.
There would need to be shows, and there would need to be visitors, so the Raptors decided to put one on.
Which is where they are today; a showcase of their history, explained in a walking tour by the world's only Raptor Raptor Historian, Bill.
He wore it on a nametag over the lab coat he had earned, a gift, given by his instructors as the first raptor male to earn a bachelor's degree in anything, especially something as ironic as paleontology and saurian history, the subject he himself was writing.
After that, he handed over to The Third of The First, the large raptor female never liking to hear her human designation and simply using her chosen moniker, 'Sweetheart'.
Sweetheart put on a display of raptor athleticism that wowed audiences, the viewing culminating in a tense game of cat and mouse between her favourite human ranger, one she nearly always won.
It is that single surprise victory that made her give it her all, the hundreds of articles that had arisen a burning reminder of her embarrassing loss because of some chewing gum and a vanity mirror.
And then, she handed them over to their burgeoning biology team.
Dr. Henry Wu had been less than enthusiastic about teaching raptors about themselves, from his earliest work to now, but they had proven to be everything he had ever dreamed of in lab techs.
They did not have homes they began to dream of whenever he started talking too long, and they hung onto his every word, soothing his ego and, eventually, egging it on quite enthusiastically when they conveyed to him that, despite not wanting it, he was their Creator.
Dr. Wu retired the year he found out a small religion had begun with him as a godlike figure, suddenly feeling the true responsibility of having created a sentient species.
However, of the dozen PhD raptors in that lab, he had trained them all, and he always answered every call from them as they unraveled the genetic code of their species, each subsequent generation closer to the original as their unique biopharmaceuticals funded their research, as well as the infrastructure for their new society.
Lastly, with a moment to ask the crowd to be quiet and respectful, the guests who chose to could spend time with the only Indominus-Rex in existence.
She was still recovering, might never, she believed, and spent her time doing what little she could to give back to her Sisters who had saved her.
She had refused any more of her kind to come into being, refusing to bestow this ancestral confusion upon others, and so offered her services, gained through her online course, unlike her braver half-siblings who had physically gone to their universities, an online degree in psychology.
Of the few who took her extra added option, many did so for the amusement of a dinosaur trying to shrink them.
None of them left in anything less than tears and a newfound appreciation of that which they had.
It always left her feeling a little more satisfied, that she might be improving someone's outlook on life, even if just a little.
Indominus sat at the edge of her enclosure, the tyrannosaurus-rex, by and large one of the oldest women on this island, was broken in ways none of them could hope to understand.
They had discovered that she was more than capable of speech, but chose not to speak.
She was happy to take the food offered to her, but chose to hunt instead.
She devoured every educational material they could give her on audiobook, it having become a regular sight for her to be found, enjoying her free selection of audible on her enclosure speakers, much to the displeasure of the copywrite lawyers, but who would dare ask the lone tyrannosaur to stop sharing paid products with park guests?
That part stuck with Indo; alone, but not lonely.
The Indominus clutched her head, the rumble of comfort from across the fence drawing the mutant out of her spiral before it began.
When Rexy spoke, you listened, the rising and falling intonations, perhaps her own formulated language, interspersed with hisses and barks, were so uniquely her.
"Young Pale Sister, do not dwell." She said, voice as flat and lacking emotional tone as it ever had.
Indo, however, could not hide the anguish in her voice as she asked, "But how did you do it? Live a life so alone, despite knowing…you were alone."
The Rex shifted where she sat, tail swaying thoughtfully as she contemplated her reply.
"Besides eating humans?" The bark of her laughter drowned out the indignant drumming rumble of the Indominus, but the Tyrannosaur did not apologize. Would never apologize.
"Child." She chuffed as she physically drew the Indominus' attention, making eye contact as she said with more tenderness than either of them had ever heard from her throat, "My child."
The mighty Tyrannosaurus-Rex paused to collect herself for a moment before continuing, her voice again flat and toneless, "I hated, I so hated."
She sighed almost longingly as she looked back into her memory.
"I was mindless, uneducated, embattled and, as you say, alone."
She stood and the Indominus stood quickly, her raptor genes giving her much greater speed.
Although, in Raptorland, none of the enclosures were ever locked, or controlled by anything less than a raptor now, the quiet paddock, free of any modern appliance save for the speakers she so freely bothered the park lawyers with, was always locked.
Rexy controlled that, and chose her life of isolation.
Indominus tried again, like she always did.
"Mother, please." They both knew it was a farce; both of them had been made, stamped with a serial number before their emergence into the world, but the Indo could only look up to the oldest relation she could ever hope to have in her broken world and begged, "Let me touch you!"
The Tyrannosaur, who normally turned and walked away to spare the Indo from further heartbreak, further rejection, paused this time, a shiver visibly running through the reborn predator as she turned back to face the albino dinosaur, the heavy thuds echoing across the empty plains behind the Indo.
And for the first time, the Tyrannosaur told her the truth.
"I cannot hold you, as much as I desire to, my child." The fence vibrated with the chesty rumble that emanated from her, intimidating the Indo, but refusing to step away as the Tyrannosaur continued.
"I…I am scared. Only teeth have touched me, teeth or, in my earliest days, unfeeling human hands." With sudden ferocity, she bit into the trunk of a tree unfortunate enough to have been standing beside her, her titanic crushing power rending it to splinters as she tossed the top part away, taking a breath as even the Indominus took a step back.
"I will hurt you, my child." She shook her head, turning to walk away into the darkness of her chosen isolation.
"I will kill you, and only know later, when I return to myself."
And then she was gone, and the Indominus collapsed against the fence, her raptor bark full of pain, the instinctual cry for help drawing the gaze of a dozen of her sisters and newborn brothers, and all of them rushed to find her.
As she was buried under the supportive hisses and gronks of raptors old and new alike, some dressed, some not, one enthusiastic young male covered in mud, she felt, in that one moment, like her heart was not completely broken in two.