~This new season opens the door to mysteries, When day and night find balance on Earth.
In the whisper of leaves and the breath of the winds, The ancient world awakens to the secrets of time.
The trees adorn themselves with gold before falling asleep, While the shadows lengthen, inviting reflection.
It is the time of harvests, offerings, and dreams, Where flickering flames reveal what consumes us.
In sacred silence, let us listen to the earth speak, before it too falls asleep.
And let us welcome this new season, whose veils will soon be lifted.
Wieslaw J
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