Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. Every thought trail towards you, dear @TheMystea, while the candle blow its fire and hush of falling leaves mixed with lulling noises that framed in Team. This heartfelt letter tethered below, pointing to a yearning fragments. The Solace of Endearing Autumn calling in a subtle and sincere way.

Yours in between autumn hush,
mystria.