Echoes of Fallen Leaves

The crisp air carries whispers of ancient woods, each leaf an echo of forgotten tales.

In the undergrowth, memories take root, waiting for the forest floor to unveil the tapestry of yesterdays.

Time is a tangled thicket, with trails lost amidst the brambles of recollection.

When a breeze unwinds the mysteries, and the sun splinters through the canopy, listen closely.

For every rustle is a story unfurled, every shadow is history unfrozen.