Elara didn't stop him, but she didn't look away either. As he pressed the button, the system didn't revert. Instead, the organic rain intensified, washing away the artificial UV, forcing the city into a truly dark, quiet night—a real night, not the scheduled one.

The city of Aethelgard did not experience weather; it experienced "Temporadas"—meticulously scheduled atmospheric shifts designed by the Central Meteorological Bureau. Life was organized into strict cycles: 90 days of "Bruma" (productive fog for industry), 90 days of "Claro" (sunny optimization), and so on.

Instead, during a routine check, Elara’s data slate flickered.

The Bureau never fully regained control. The Temporadas continued, but they were no longer precise. The Bruma lasted a little longer when it was needed; the Claro was often interrupted by storms that smelled like pine.

She visited the boundary zone where the Bruma fog was supposed to dissipate. The air was thick, damp, and cold. She waited, watching the countdown to the transition.