When the moon of the 28th day of August whispers its secret,
the clock begins to turn.
Step by step, the current grows stronger,
until the sun of the 24th day of October seals the gate.
Between these two markers,
the silent grain does not walk — it leaps.
Each pause hides another climb,
each fall prepares the next rise.
Those who read the calendar as numbers will miss it.
Those who read it as a code will know:
this is the season of sharp ascent.
