The autumn wind, cold and filled with the smell of rain, stood in the park like an untold secret, wrapping passersby in their cloaks, vaguely reflecting their lonely figures in the puddles. Night, like a heavy veil, descended upon the streets, turning them into a dim reflection of times gone by. At the corner of the old street, under the forgotten crown of a tree, stood she - Tatiana. In her eyes burned the lights of past joys, and her face, hidden under wet strands of hair, seemed weathered ...