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But then came the of their lives—not a season of snow, but of silence. Elena’s family moved to the city, leaving Elias with nothing but the echo of her name and the chilling realization that time is a thief. The village felt gray, the air biting and empty.

When hit, the heat turned their innocence into a fever. They spent those golden months diving from the sun-scorched rocks into the turquoise deep. It was the season of "forever," where the sun never seemed to set on their laughter. But then came the of their lives—not a

The wind over the Aegean Sea didn’t just blow; it sang with the vibrato of a thousand mandolins. When hit, the heat turned their innocence into a fever

He realized then that the song wasn't a lament; it was a cycle. The seasons had to die so they could be born again. He looked toward the harbor, where the evening ferry was docking. Among the crowd, a flash of familiar dark hair caught the light. The wind over the Aegean Sea didn’t just

Elias sat on the whitewashed steps of his village, clutching a worn-out record sleeve. The title was printed in a language he barely spoke, but the melody—and the rough translation he’d scribbled in the margins—lived in his chest. Spring, Summer, Winter, and Fall.

To Elias, the song wasn't just about the weather; it was about .

The seasons had completed their circle. Elena had come home.