Once again, heralds are heard from afar, singing tunes of ancient times, when she walked this forest of ethereal sounds. They are bearing a message for us ephemeral beings. And those who can hear these enchanted tunes, will not miss the great landscape of what would be called as the end of an epoch.
The green forest is slowly going to fall asleep, as the leaves float in the air and dance to the eternal music of the autumnal zephyr. Mother is lullabying her precious daughters until they are all lost in their dreams. Petrichor is felt from the soil where the emerald children turn rufous.
This is a picturesque scenery of the neverending cycle of life.
Ardawahisht Kollective 