It looks beautiful. Love foggy mornings.
Autumn really does have an intoxicating allure, doesn’t it? Those foggy mornings wrap everything in a thick blanket of mystery, where the world feels muted and hushed. As the sun sinks lower, the shadows stretch and twist, creating dark corners that seem to hold secrets—and maybe something more sinister.
When the nights grow longer, there’s an electric tension in the air, a feeling that something is lurking just out of sight. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, each step echoing like a heartbeat, while the lake lies still, a dark mirror that reflects not just the fading light, but the whispers of things that hide in the depths.
As the chill settles in, it’s easy to imagine figures moving just beyond your vision, lurking in the fog. The beauty of the season mingles with a creeping sense of unease, as if the very air is thick with stories waiting to unfold—tales of things that thrive in the dark, where the line between the living and the shadows blurs. Isn’t it fascinating how autumn invites that darker side to play?
