The pumpkins on the windowsill are already beginning to look sad, the last candle stubs have been snuffed out, and all that remains in the apartment is the faint, sweet scent of wax and spices 🎃🎃. Every year, you wait for this night for an insanely long time, preparing, thinking through the details, and yet it all flies by in one evening. And then only a slight feeling of nostalgia remains.

It's funny, why are these artificial pretexts for fairy tales so necessary? ✨ Probably because adult life consists of work, bills, deadlines, and endless routine. We absolutely need at least one evening a year when we can legally fool around, dress up as a witch or a vampire, eat candy by the pack, and not worry about calories or tomorrow's plans 🍬🍬.

This contrast between the storm of emotions on a festive night and a quiet November morning is the most precious thing. The holiday ends, but the feeling that there's always room for a little mystery and play in life lingers for a long time 👻🖤.