The Story of the 5th Season

When Pablo was dreaming, he dreamt of a house. He'd been to this house before. It was a very beautiful house, and it had felt like a place that he knew was home, once, long ago. When he walked through the house, he was thinking, as he looked out the window, to try and see the open field below. But then suddenly he appeared in the kitchen, and he was sitting at the table, drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate. And while he was looking around in the dream, he suddenly thought something. He remembered a simple story somebody had once told him about two winds: A wind that moved slowly around the bottom part of the earth. Gathering leaves and dust and flower seeds and other things that blow into the air. And then there was the northern wind, the northern wind that raced in the opposite direction. That collected moisture and droplets. Collected snow, collected cold and warm currents and mixed them all together, swirling as it went. Creating a magical wind in the middle between the two winds. This story reminded him of the breeze he could feel in his sleep.