As the sun begins to set, a small village square filled with soft flowers and vibrant foliage fills the street. The street is empty except for a small village stall adorned with a variety of colorful blooms. People of all ages gather around a small wooden bench, chatting and admiring their handmade crafts. The stalls stand tall and proud, their bright yellow apples reflecting the vibrant hues of their autumn hues. Neighbors, wearing hats and bowtiees, sell festive baskets of baked bread as gifts, and the sweet aroma of fall leaves can be heard in the air. The villagers, with their oblivious eyes, exchange a warm and welcoming joy of autumn together.