Morning dawn. The sun was rising above the ground, the forest was waking up admiring the rosy dawn. There is a white fog swirling over the lake. Leaves rustled in the ravine under the mountain. The ray of the sun smiled and played with the dew ... These places are especially beautiful in the morning... The roosters have not yet awakened in the villages and there are no fishermen on the lake yet. This guy has no name, no past and no future, there is only the present and only here.