The eastern sun was rising over the horizon, shedding its gentle light on the golden fields of the village. Silence reigned around, only the faint rustle of dry grass disturbed the calm. In the distance, a cowboy was walking along a weathered trail, saddled on a tall and strong horse.

His confident movements testified to his brilliant skill. Every muscle of the horse, every lifting of the hoof was coordinated in perfect rhythm. With just a glance, he controlled the animal as if they were one.

The villagers, awakened by the incessant rhythm of horse trampling, went out into the streets to look at this wonderful sight. They watched in reverence and silence as the cowboy made his way through the narrow streets of the village. At the same time, they saw both a symbol of strength, talent and pride, and a lonely wanderer conquering the vast expanses of his dreams.

Handsome, shining in the sun, his cape slowly fluttered in the wind, adding mystery to his appearance. It seemed that no arrow could penetrate this cunning heart that this cowboy lived in. His eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, seemed to say: "Fate, look at me with a loving eye and walk past!"

The girl went out into the street of the future sleepy to see what kind of hum was standing near her windows and saw a cowboy there... The very cowboy that the whole world is talking about.