Long before seasons obeyed the sun, Summer belonged to a single guardian. On the final night of every century, she drinks from the Seed of the First Summer. If she finishes the last sip, another hundred years of warmth are granted to the world. But if even one drop touches the water... Summer forgets its own name. That is why the bees circle in silence. Why the butterflies never leave. And why no one has ever found the fruit she holds.