The sun hung high above the blue sky, the white clouds featherlike in the wide blue expanse; the harsh winter had gradually faded into a greener and brighter spring. The ice had melted and gave way to blossoming flowers. A breeze passed through the trees, ruffling its already new set of leaves. There was even a butterfly finally coming out of its cocoon, its wings a nice shade of blue and yellow. Another season has passed and another season has come, a new cycle has already begun.

A five-year-old Seungcheol stared, wide-eyed and quite intrigued at the wonders of nature around him. He had learned from his tutor the different seasons and knew that spring usually meant a beginning of some sort.

For the plants it was regrowth; a time for their fallen leaves to be replaced by news and their flowers to bloom again.

For people, however, it could differ. The symbolism was quite complicated; his tutor had explained. He mentioned that when something has begun, something else have ended. That was the way things were naturally; beginnings meant endings and endings meant beginnings. His tutor didn’t explain any further though, letting little Seungcheol ponder on a deeper meaning for himself. The elder knew their young master would surely come up with something remar