"Because they have lost the rhythm of the Dönence ," Barış replied, his voice a warm baritone that vibrated through the deck. "They believe that winter is eternal. They have forgotten that for every 'no,' there is a 'yes,' and for every end, there is a beginning. They are stuck in the cold, waiting for a summer they no longer believe in."

"Why are they so still, Barış Abi?" the boy asked, clutching the railing.

The boy saw the planet begin to glow. "It’s working! They’re waking up!"