North Pole Seasons » [UPDATED]

Three weeks later, the sun began to lower. The melt slowed. The patterns sank back into the permafrost, singing a quieter song. Elara returned to Verldsnavel , dried the gears with her own coat, and turned the Chronostat a careful, deliberate notch toward autumn.

She marked it in her log: Day 312. Thaw concluded. Balance restored. Note to self: let the wound weep next time. Don’t be so afraid of the light. north pole seasons

“What season?”

“Three weeks,” said the North. “Then the Long Light settles. Then I will sleep again. And you will turn the gears back to the Balance. But not yet.” Three weeks later, the sun began to lower