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A white pigeon landed gently on the balcony's railing .

Folding its wing, the bird naturally approached the feeder and pecked its food deliciously, doused in the golden light of the fading sun that seeped in between its white feathers.

"Phoebe."

Matthias blurted out its name after seeing that bird perched on his window.

'Phoebe'—'What a grand name for such a bird.'

His sneer at that bird-crazed woman flowed softly like a sigh.

Matthias rose from his sofa and opened the balcony door. The river winds, blowing near the sunset, borne the damp and chilly air with them, playing in both up tempo gusts and gentle lulls.

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When he went close, the pigeon continued to eat its feed, undisturbed. That docile bird's personality contrasted sharply with that of its owner.

Softly, the evening came with the sunset while he was leaning against the railing. Matthias closed his eyes so he could hear the wind whispering. Their dulcet tones became a feast for his ears. The gentle rustling sound of the autumn leaves, falling and dancing in the quiet, beautiful forest bloomed like a soothing lullaby.

Everywhere he looked, he could only see Leyla in Arvis's autumn.

He watched her diligently go to work by pedalling her bike and returning home with a tired face. In her spare time, she volunteered to do the gardener's work and sometimes scoured the forest with her big basket to collect mushrooms and wild berries.