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In the quiet embrace of autumn, fiery orange maple leaves drifted gently from their branches, twirling like tiny dancers in the crisp air. They landed softly on the still surface of a pond, each touch sending delicate ripples outward, as if the water itself breathed in the beauty of the season. Around the pond, the greenery blurred into a soft, dreamlike haze, framing the moment with a sense of peace. It was a fleeting scene, but within it lay a timeless whisper: nature’s quiet farewell before winter’s hush.