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I changed the way seasons change. It happened overnight no warning, just a shift, and suddenly things were different. I changed the way seasons change. The seasons come back; they might seem familiar same colours, same smells but it’s never quite the same. Summer is strong, arrives quickly, almost overnight too bright, too loud, like it’s trying to prove something. The heat, once comforting and warm, now lingers on your skin. Autumn, at first, is gentle. Things cool down then the drop. Green turns to brown, the bright colours fade, things begin to rot as life slips away. Winter arrives unannounced, uninvited. The frost clings too tightly, the ice spreads silently. You know it’s going to end, but nobody knows when. Spring tries to creep back in it always does. The flowers bloom, the trees fill again, life returns, just never the same way. But seasons aren’t meant to be held. They’re meant to pass through to leave, to take parts of us with them. I’ve changed the way seasons change. The world keeps spinning, life keeps going, even when it’s rotting. I’ve changed the way seasons change and I don’t know how to change it back.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
What remains
I changed the way seasons change. It happened overnight no warning, just a shift, and suddenly things were different. I changed the way seasons change. The seasons come back; they might seem familiar same colours, same smells but it’s never quite the same. Summer is strong, arrives quickly, almost overnight too bright, too loud, like it’s trying to prove something. The heat, once comforting and warm, now lingers on your skin. Autumn, at first, is gentle. Things cool down then the drop. Green turns to brown, the bright colours fade, things begin to rot as life slips away. Winter arrives unannounced, uninvited. The frost clings too tightly, the ice spreads silently. You know it’s going to end, but nobody knows when. Spring tries to creep back in it always does. The flowers bloom, the trees fill again, life returns, just never the same way. But seasons aren’t meant to be held. They’re meant to pass through to leave, to take parts of us with them. I’ve changed the way seasons change. The world keeps spinning, life keeps going, even when it’s rotting. I’ve changed the way seasons change and I don’t know how to change it back.
The final peice in my short series
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Kaidence
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
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