The 3 Seasons of Velomorne

Velomorne exists in perpetual winter. Though the sun may rise, and crops may grow, the biting chill of winter is constant. There are 3 seasons that have been identified and named in Velomorne.

The Withering

The first season of the year (month 1-3)

Leaves fall from the trees, their colours somehow more muted and dull, as the land begins its slow retreat into barrenness. The skies grow heavy with overcast clouds, and the world seems to hold its breath, waiting for the end of another cycle. The air is thick with the scent of decaying foliage, and the ground hardens, making travel slow and arduous.

A season of decline and decay, where nature slowly withdraws into itself. It's a time of fading colour and cold winds. The world feels like it is quietly letting go of something important, holding its breath before the coming darkness.

The Gloom

The second season of the year (month 4-6)

Light is scarce, and days are short, often clouded in perpetual twilight. Snow falls in heavy, silent flurries, blanketing the world in a quiet shroud. The land is stark, empty, and cold, with frost creeping into every crack and crevice. The trees stand skeletal against a grey sky, their limbs twisted and bare. It’s a time of deep introspection, where the darkness seems to stretch on endlessly. Some believe The Gloom to be cursed—a time when spirits of the dead return, wandering in search of something they’ve lost. Only the hardiest of creatures remain active in the land, and those who venture out must be careful not to be consumed by the overwhelming stillness.

The Grief

The third season of the year (month 7-9)

The wind carries a biting chill, but there is a faint warmth in the air that never fully arrives. The earth, though frozen and hard, seems to sigh with a muted energy. There is a creeping sense that life is neither completely gone nor fully present—it is a liminal space, caught between endings.

This is the time when crops will grow, but they do not bloom with vibrant greens of spring; instead they remain shades of brown, rust and dull gold. It is a time of strange half-hearted renewal - life emerging, but reluctant.