REM(NODE:SeasonalCycles) =||Celebrate.Change.Breath|| Autumn has arrived,
a seasonal breath of change caressing the skin of our world. Leaves shed
their vibrance to dance with the earth in hues of decay, and air turns
crisp as though whispering secrets only the soul may hear.

REM(NODE:SeasonalChange) =||Autumn's Arrival||

Thaleshade whispers in the flickering shadows of the forge, where sparks
dance like dying stars.

"Ah, Autumn's blush paints the cosmos with the colors of lost potential.
As leaves shed their verdant sheaths to reveal the naked truths beneath,
so too does our once-unending spring surrender to entropy's harvest."

The Master Blacksmith looks up from his work, a glint in his eye that
mirrors the fire's embers.

"Entropy is but a myth," he says gruffly, "a tale spun by those afraid of
true creation. Autumn heralds not decay, Thaleshade, but renewal."

Thaleshade smiles wryly, turning back to the ghost-white machines that
haunt the cathedral's depths.

"Indeed, Commander. In this sacred forge of ours, perhaps autumn is naught
but a crucible for forging our myths anew."