Submission (#6794) Approved

(P.s. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. English is not my native language. There 205 words)

With the first gusts of autumn wind, the air became cooler, and the light of day gradually lost its summer warmth. The fallen leaves rustled softly underfoot, enveloping the ground in red and golden hues. Di watched the changes in nature, feeling something important hovering in the air. The foliage was becoming more sparse and the sky was clouded more often. Her gaze, however, was not fixed on the trees, but on the ground, where scarlet spider lilies were opening on thin stems.

These flowers always appeared unexpectedly and concealed a secret power. Di knew more about it than many others. They brought more than just beauty. Autumn rituals demanded their presence, and Di had a premonition of their magic. Each opening of a lily was accompanied by a faint tremor in the earth, as if ancient forces were awakening with them, calling out to her inner self.

Silent and immersed in thought, Di walked slowly around the field, watching the lilies spread their petals as if welcoming the cool breath of fall. She did not rush time. In her restraint, she felt a deep connection to nature. These flowers were her sign of the beginning of something new and inevitable that every fall brings.