You hear a song. It was not the trees that are singing, it was not the grass that are humming, it wasn't the painted critters are chirping. It was a song coming from a boy, sitting on a rock. The Youth of Daybreak plays with his harmonica without a worry around the world with the sunlight dawning over him. He plays a rhythmic music before stopping.

He opens his eyes to see you.

"....."

"...."

He doesn't seem to talk much.