The Dreamer's Pen

I’ve finally finished editing my latest video, stepping into the night as autumn’s goddess. Candles flickered all around me, a single pumpkin glowing softly, and I moved slowly, letting the shadows and light trace my steps. Everything felt suspended – the leaves, the air, the hush of the season.

Over the video, I read my poem, “Autumn’s Goddess,” and it flows with my original piece with the same title. Every sway, every turn, every flicker of candlelight became part of the spell I wanted to capture. A quiet, ethereal moment between darkness and fire, endings and beginnings.