CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT: A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY

Yadiel’s perspective:

Looking out my window, I am greeted by a vibrant scene of autumn splendor. The leaves, in their various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dance gracefully in the gentle breeze. They rustle and sway, creating a mesmerizing display of colors against the backdrop of the clear blue sky. The branches of the trees, once lush with green foliage, now showcase a mosaic of hues, painting a picture of nature's transition.

As I peer through the glass pane, the movement of the leaves grabs my attention, drawing my eyes to their delicate and intricate patterns. They flutter and twirl, seemingly floating in midair before they softly land on the ground below. Each leaf, adorned with its unique design, contributes to the tapestry of autumn that unfolds before me.

The changing leaves evoke a sense of impermanence, a reminder that nothing remains stagnant, neither in nature nor in life. The sight outside my window reflects the turmoil within my own tho