Myunghan had fallen. Barom floated in space and let his gaze sweep over the world: the way the atmosphere glittered from this distance made it look like the earth were some sort of jewel, worn on the neck of the universe. He knew

A world split into four regions, in which none know of each other. To siblings Yim Younghee and Yim Youngjun, Winter was their entire world, and Spring, Summer, and Autumn were simple myths—fairy tales. They don’t exist. They were born into an eternal winter, and were never to leave. But when they wander a little