Dearest Cordolia, I have returned to my post. The frost has begun its retreat, though not all at once. Winter is stubborn in his leaving and still clings to the shaded corners of the land. I allow him this lingering because rest is not something that should be torn away too quickly. But the work of waking has begun. Beneath the grass, the roots have already felt my warmth. The daffodils are stirring first, as they often do, followed by the low mosses that grow along the creek

Dear Diary, This battle has been going on for 38 nights, and with each passing night, the darkness grows longer. I fear that my soldiers are beginning to become unbound to the land, as they do not know whether they are swinging at the dark or the Nothingness. There’s little hope of us finding our footing on how far we are pushing back the Nothingness, if at all. It feels as if we are forsaken since Lumina left us to go recharge and search for Magnus. With the soldiers growing

Hello Winter, Fall requested that I write to you as you are the newly appointed Winter Wizard. I’m not sure the point or what to say as you all stay so busy that I rarely lay eyes on you while you’re awake. I’ve never understood why only one of you can be awake to oversee the land while the others slumber. This is the first time a new Wizard of the Season has been appointed in my lifetime, so this could be fun to get to know someone new. I suppose I should tell you about myse