Dawn, 2025

"This work could be resumed by the idea that there's no real shelter to be found elsewhere but our own body and maybe even more precisely in this thing one could call our soul. A guy is lying on the ground at the dawn of the day, he seem quiet and without fear, smiling with his arms on his chest, naked on the grass.

Yet on both sides, on the edges of the mountain we can see a house burning (obviously we cannot find any material shelter that couldn't be destroyed)
on the other side there are those entities; Death, turmoil, violence. We don't know if they've been bringing chaos whole through the night and about to fade away with dawn or in the contrary rising up again with the day (maybe they are reponsible of the burning house, maybe they are the man's nightmares being chased out by the dawn).

That guy sleeping quietly doesn't seem to care about any threat, just being confident, diving deep within himself, hosted by the dew of the morning and the flower slowly opening at his side."