As autumn descends, the air grows crisp and the world transforms into a canvas of amber and gold. This fleeting season, with its gentle decay and whispered promises of renewal, invites introspection.
. . . and it is nearly unimaginable how we could have already arrived at this, the very last post...
. . . if there were talk previously, about time having flown, there is no comparison for the month of october, which nearly already seems as a distant dream . . .
