Photo collection of images based on prompt: Beneath the falling yellow leaves, autumn plays a sad and beautiful piano melody, accompanied by the monotonous, minimalist rhythm of the rain. Night has descended upon the city like a velvet blanket embroidered with thousands of stars. The lights from house windows reflect in the puddles, while the wind carries an ambient line through the wires, swaying the lamp posts in time. Everything is shrouded in a minty fragrance; a mystical ritual of the autumn night permeates consciousness with introspection. The pulsation of bass infrasonic waves creates a soft pressure and movement. In everything, one can feel a cyclicity, repeating since the beginning of worlds. Everything is woven with the subtle fluids of space, the infinity of the universe. This is the magic of poetry, where sound gives birth to sounds, and nothing happens or passes simply by—everything has its purpose and meaning.
