SOARING AMONG AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their descent, a crisp breeze whispers through the branches, boughs. It carries with it the aroma of decay and potential for days to come. The heavens above are painted a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke check here drifts across this ever-changing vista, a ballet of darkness and day. It's a epoch for intros