A lone fisherman stands at the edge of an old wooden dock during the early blue hours of dawn. Mist rolls over the still water, curling arou...

A lone fisherman stands at the edge of an old wooden dock during the early blue hours of dawn. Mist rolls over the still water, curling around his silhouette like soft ghosts. His lantern glows warmly beside him, attracting tiny glowing insects that dance in the cool air. The fisherman wears a weathered ...