Yet, the wounds of their battle had already cursed them. No sibling could hold power forever. As one’s strength grew, it would slowly wane, forcing them to surrender to the next. Thus, the seasons were born — a never-ending cycle of struggle, surrender, and rebirth. Veyra awakens the earth each Spring, painting the land with blooms and hope, yet her grip cannot last. Solmar rises in Summer, his golden rays blazing across the sky, but even his heat must dim. Auten follows, draping the world in amber and preparing it for what lies ahead. Then comes Hygris, cloaking the land in frost and silence, ushering in Winter’s quiet reign. Yet, even Hygris cannot keep the world frozen forever. The cycle begins anew, each sibling bound by their pact. Though they long for eternal dominion, their endless struggle ensures balance — a reminder that no force, nor feeling, can reign alone.