In a universe where time is measured in seasons

In a universe where time is measured in seasons, There lies an untold secret, a mystery related to beings. After autumn, winter, spring, and summer, Comes the woman, the fifth season, a true wonder, a real oasis. She brings with her shades of longing and dream, Colors that cannot be described, not even by a perfected artist. Her hair is like an autumn sunset, with reflections of gold and ruby, And her eyes are deep, like an endless ocean. In the fifth season, everything is in constant change, The woman transforms everything around, with a simple touch, with just one glance. She brings with her the scent of spring flowers, But also the coolness of winter nights, under the moonlight, under the stars that shine in thousands of colors. Her melancholy is like a melody echoing in the distance, A tune that speaks of lost loves, of dreams and hopes. But at the same time, the woman, the fifth season, also brings joy, For she is the symbol of rebirth, of life continuing, of eternity. Every year, when the four seasons join hands and retreat, The woman comes and embraces the world with love. And even if the fifth season lasts only a moment, Its impact is eternal, for the woman is magic, she is light.