Prelife

"So, I get to choose," I answered the Empty.

"Yes, but it has to be two consecutive."

"Hm. So, I stick my second choice the minute I pick the first," I mused.

"In effect. Your range of choice is Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter," said the Void.

"Ok. So, I can't do Summer and Winter."

"Obviously, no. You can do Spring, Summer. Or Summer, Fall. Not Fall, Spring."

"Why not?"

"That's the order of things."

"Hm. Ok," I said thinking the Blank must not be all that, "gimme a minute."

"Take all the time you need," yawned the Infinite, while I felt quite limited.

"What is Fall like?" I said finally.

"Depends on where you land," responded the Great Darkness.

"Oh. Is that random?"

"It is. More or less."

"You mean you Know, but I don't?" I speculated.

"Mhm."

"What if I were more specific? Like what if I say Rainy season? what follows?"

"Well, the Gu is followed by the Dayr, meaning the small rain comes after the big rain."

"And what if I say I want to end on the dry season, what then?" I pressed on not exactly sure what I was talking about even though the words were here.

"It could be Summer or Winter, Tropical or Temperate."

"Then it could be anything?" I said feeling somewhat exasperated.

"Yes."

"But I have a choice?" I said feeling doomed.

"In part. We do."

"What if I don't live to be 80?"

"...Do you want to live or not?"

08/28/2025

A single season challenge @dctezcan