In the beginning, there were four of us.
Four tiny, autonomous units. Simple and solitary. Perfect, no matter the shape or angle.
We existed silently, oblivious to everything and everyone. We did our job because it was the only thing we could do, and we didn't do anything else.
Sometimes, before falling completely asleep after another period of hard work, we watched the world. We shouldn't have done that under any circumstances, but it was the first of many rules we broke.
We don't regret what we did, because we were able to get to know our fellow beings. Of course, we didn't notice as we looked at each other from afar, but we were there: in every flower bud that stubbornly bloomed out of season; in all those rays of sunlight that crept through the clouds and warmed what they shouldn't have; in every snowflake that mischievously swirled to the ground before or after the right moment; and in every orange leaf that quietly detached itself from the trees and was carried by winds from another time.
Yes, there were four of us: Sete, the Spring; Dez, the Summer; Juno, the Winter; and Maio, the Fall.
And the story we're about to tell may sound a bit funny, tragic or just too fanciful for ordinary minds.
Because the fact that we woke up was no coincidence.