

In the courtyard where autumn's fiery palette embraces the weary stones, a marble maiden cradles a pumpkin, as if mocking the harvest's hollow triumph. The air, thick with nostalgia, dances between shadow and light, revealing that even nature's beauty wears a mask of melancholy.
In the courtyard where autumn's fiery palette embraces the weary stones, a marble maiden cradles a pumpkin, as if mocking the harvest's hollow triumph. The air, thick with nostalgia, dances between shadow and light, revealing that even nature's beauty wears a mask of melancholy.