The Autumn Passage

A winding road stretches quietly beneath the fiery canopy of autumn trees, their leaves ablaze in crimson, amber, and gold. The air is crisp, carrying the earthy fragrance of fallen leaves that scatter across the path like nature’s own mosaic. This is no ordinary road—it feels alive, humming with the passage of seasons and stories untold. Travelers who walk here often find themselves pausing, as though the beauty demands reverence, as though each step could awaken a memory long forgotten. The Autumn Passage is both a farewell and a promise—farewell to the warmth of summer, and a promise that even in endings, there is brilliance, and in every turn, the start of something new.