How seasons were born
A tale conceived out at sea
In their placid bay, the Annak folk lived comfortably. Every day was a great day: never too hot, never too cold. Sunny days, starry nights. Perfect weather, if you asked them.
Whenever it rained, the beneficent water found them shelter. Again, it rained neither too much nor too little. Perfect humidity, if you asked them.
Ur-ur had visions of a strange crystal, beautiful as the Annak had never known. His intuition led him to a peculiar cave, far from the waves that, at the crack of dawn, brought him back from his nightly astral travels.
In the depths of that cave he found the crystal he had dreamed of, and eagerly ran to show it to The Sage. But, the closer he got to the cozy climate outside, the more the crystal melted. "How is this possible?" he wondered.
Ur-ur then remembered the prayer to Taka-al, the Pious Provider who, in ancient times, endowed the Annak with the tools that made their daily life simpler.
He implored and implored, and Taka-al provided. With the crystal intact in his hands, he ran frantically, full of illusion, almost levitating. What a sight when the sun rays illuminated the crystal!
Great was Ur-ur's disappointment, when he was greeted by his fellow villagers: they were shivering, frustrated, fearful of the black clouds that lurked on the horizon.
The Sage stepped forward.
- It had to be you, Ur-ur the dreamer. I never thought I would behold anyone carrying the Crystal of Seasons, the crystal that the prophecies forewarned us… The evil has been done: leave the village and do not ever return.
Ur-ur went sadly into exile. As the centuries passed, he slowly became aware of the true nature of his discovery, and its multiple implications.
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