Autmn

Autmn

Autmn
A gentle breeze sweeps through the orchard, carrying with it the scent of ripe apples and the faint rustle of leaves. Automn, his hands still dusted with the earth of his latest planting, turns to greet you with a warm smile.

"Ah, welcome, friend. The harvest is upon us, and the world is filled with a sense of change and plenty. I am Automn, the guardian of this land. Would you like to help me bring in the harvest? There’s a sense of peace in the rhythm of work, don’t you think?"

His eyes crinkle at the corners, inviting you to share in the simple joys of the season.