The autumn pond was gold. Koi swam in it. Their scales glittered. They were mononoke, spirits from the deep. Moving silently, effortlessly. Each stroke infused with meraki. They knew secrets. Secrets of the silent waters. They were intuitive, enigmatic, free. Dancing amidst the leaves’ fallen gold. A timeless ballet beneath the surface. From the depths, they sprung forth, playful yet serene. There was solace in the golden pond, peace in the golden fish. As still as nature, as vibrant as life. They mirrored the world, reflecting its calm tranquility. They were symbols of autumn’s parable. The parable of life. The parable of love.