Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @DeCorwther, as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: Thank You 4 Lovin' Me. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Crowther Minju.

Beneath the roof of amber clouds, the wind whistles through branches of scattering leaves in secret and serene voices. My thoughts drift gently homeward —to you, @DeCrowther as the candle breathes its glow and falling leaves whisper stories we've lived and held close. In the soft hush of the season, warm echoes gather and settle around me, wrapped in this soundscape: There is still a journey that must be traveled, a home filled with love. This letter is a gentle thread, reaching across time and distance, tied with care and memory, The Solace of Endearing Autumn calls in a sincere and steady voice—like family.

With all the love this quiet brings,
Crowther Sung Hanbin