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- ะะฟัะฑะปัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะพ 15 ะปะธั 2024
The Legend of Lady Autumn
Every autumn, when the leaves began to glow with hues of amber and red, and the sky turned an endless shade of gray, the people by the lake would speak of Mrs. Autumn. She was a woman of quiet presence, her figure draped in a flowing dress that seemed stitched from morning mist and whispers of rain. Her fiery hair, as red as the season itself, fell down her back like a cascade of fallen leaves. To those who were lucky enough to see her, Mrs. Autumn was not merely a person but a herald-a sign that the season had truly arrived.
One chilly morning, as rain fell steadily from the sky, Mrs. Autumn made her way down the old, creaking pier that stretched out over the lake. The mist hung thick over the water, swirling and shifting in strange patterns, and then, through the fog, the outline of a ship began to emerge. The Lady of Autumn, it was called-an ancient vessel with towering masts and weathered wood, as timeless as the season itself. This ship appeared only when Mrs. Autumn was there, a companion from realms unknown, its arrival as sure as the turning of the leaves.
The Lady of Autumn was a spectral sight, its sails tattered and gray, moving as if guided by some unseen current beneath the lakeโs surface. It held a haunting beauty, seeming almost alive with the whispers of past seasons, past autumns, all carrying with them the weight of time and change. No one knew where the ship came from or where it went, only that it arrived as if summoned by Mrs. Autumnโs presence and lingered with her until the seasonโs end.
Throughout the days of autumn, Mrs. Autumn would walk to the pier each morning, rain or shine, her gaze fixed on the ship that waited in silent vigil. She would stand there for hours, often in the rain, her dress darkened and heavy with the damp, as if soaking up every drop, every hint of the season. Around her, the leaves drifted down in golden cascades, swirling in the wind, resting on the waterโs edge like quiet spectators.
As the season deepened, her visits grew longer. Onlookers from the nearby village would catch glimpses of her, wrapped in the cool melancholy of autumn, standing alone with the ship-a lone figure watching the world shift and fade. The rain would fall harder, and the trees would grow barer, casting their last leaves upon the earth. And as winter approached, a feeling of sorrow settled over the lake, a heaviness that mirrored the sky, as if both earth and water knew what was to come.
Finally, on the last day of autumn, the villagers gathered in silence to witness the inevitable farewell. Mrs. Autumn made her way down the pier one last time, her footsteps slow and deliberate, a bittersweet calm in her movements. The Lady of Autumn seemed to know it was time, drifting closer to the edge of the pier, awaiting her departure.
Mrs. Autumn paused at the end of the pier, looking out over the water one last time. She seemed to gather the season around her in that moment, absorbing every color, every scent, every drop of rain. Then, with a soft, lingering glance back at the trees and the lake, she took a step forward onto the ship. The wood creaked under her weight, and as she boarded, the mist thickened, wrapping the ship and its passenger in a shroud of fog.
The ship began to move, its sails filled with a ghostly wind, gliding out across the water as the villagers watched in silence. As the Lady of Autumn drifted further, the mist swallowed it whole, until all that remained was the faintest silhouette against the gray sky, and thenโฆnothing.
Winterโs chill settled over the lake in her absence, the world stripped bare and quiet, the trees left skeleton-like and somber. The villagers felt her departure like the ending of a song, a quiet ache that settled into their hearts. But they knew, as surely as the seasons turned, that Mrs. Autumn would return. With the first rain and the first golden leaf, she would once again walk down the old pier, her ship emerging from the fog like a memory reborn.
Until then, they waited, cherishing the promise of her return, and the soft, nostalgic beauty of autumn that she carried with her.
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