The Traveler Who Carried Seasons

Okir roamed the world with a cloak woven from the four seasons. Wherever he walked, nature shifted in response. If he wrapped himself in the cloak’s winter patch, frost coated the ground. If he turned it to spring, blossoms erupted along his path. Villagers marveled, urging him to stay and bring endless spring or perpetual summer. But Okir refused, explaining that seasons must cycle or the world forgets how to grow. One day, a greedy king imprisoned him, demanding eternal autumn—the king’s favorite season. The land wilted, trapped in a golden dusk. Trees grew weary, animals confused, crops failing. Okir finally broke free, releasing the cloak into the sky. It shredded into the wind, scattering pieces across the world. Seasons returned naturally, no longer dependent on one man. As for Okir, he walked on, feeling lighter without the burden of guiding time.