Autumn Embers

They called her the Enchantress — a shadow moving through the autumn woods with a candelabra as her only light. Her long black gown and flowing cape whispered against the leaves, her presence as fleeting as smoke. She can be seen standing in the fiery hues of fall, the candles casting flickering shadows on her pale face. She does not speak, but the forest holds its breath as if she commands it. As fall transforms into the chilling winter, she vanishes into the golden dusk. The memory lingers still, like a flame refusing to die and a haunting echo of beauty, mystery, and autumn’s final sigh.