Autumn has always evoked feelings of apathy. The leaves, once green and full of life, now slowly turn to gold and crimson, falling from the trees like memories we are not always ready to let go. The weather is becoming more and more changeable, and the sky is increasingly covered with clouds, as if hiding light and warmth behind them. On days like these, the world seems to slow down, and with every step you take, you feel more and more alone, even if there are people around you.

The internal state becomes more profound, as if the question arises by itself: “What’s next?” The bright moments go away, and their place is taken by silence, a little alarming, a little empty. Every step this season seems more deliberate, as if autumn makes you look at the world and yourself differently - not so bright, not so fast.

Sitting quietly on the windowsill of your apartment, lost in your thoughts, you involuntarily sighed, looking at the bare branches of the trees. Thoughts were too loud to hear the quiet footsteps behind.

“Are you thinking too much again, little mouse?” Claire's gentle hand rested on your shoulders as she placed a cup of hot tea next to you on the windowsill, "Let's drown in our thoughts together then."