For centuries, they ruled in harmony, each sibling’s power flowing seamlessly into the next, ensuring balance across the land. Veyra's blossoms gave way to Solmar's sun, which ripened Auten's harvest and yielded to Hygris' gentle hush. Yet, as ages passed, a seed of discord grew. Veyra wished for endless renewal, where flowers never faded and life flourished eternally. Solmar longed for perpetual sunlight, a sky forever ablaze, where warmth reigned supreme. Auten believed the earth must slow and prepare, allowing the fields to rest and golden leaves to fall in endless twilight. Hygris, ever silent, warned that without rest and cold, the world would burn and wither.

Thus, the seasons that once danced in perfect rhythm began to clash, each sibling vying for eternal dominion. Balance teetered on the brink, and the world held its breath.