Romania on Instagram: "Under what light does time reveal its truest face? When the sun no longer burns but lingers, halfhearted, over a land undecided, not yet winter, no longer autumn. The hills breathe in contradictions: copper leaves scattered like memories too vivid to fade, and beneath them, the first sigh of snow, pure, transient, inevitable. The air hums with that brief ache of impermanence, where warmth still clings to the earth’s pulse and cold begins its quiet conquest. Each season is