The legend of the Bear who carried the light of the seasons

The Bear Before Its Time

There was a time when the earth did not yet know the passing of seasons. No snow fell, no heat rose. The world remained motionless, as if frozen in a single breath. The rivers flowed without momentum, the trees never learned to lose their leaves, and the nights resembled the days, with no promise of renewal.

In this silent world, an immense being roamed the earth: the Bear who carries the light of the seasons. His fur shimmered between the gold of the sun and the shadow of deep caverns. His strength shaped the mountains, his step carved the valleys, and his breath warmed the cold stones.

But despite his power, he felt a lack, a void that was never filled.

The Bear saw humans and animals living in a world without cycles. Nothing was truly born. Nothing truly died. Nothing changed.

The quest for light

One evening, before the sky had learned to take on color, the Bear looked up at the celestial vault. There he saw a tiny ember, almost invisible, carried by an ancient wind from the spirit world. This ember flickered faintly, as if it hesitated to exist.

The Bear immediately understood that she represented the light that the world lacked.

He then rose to his full height and embarked on a journey to the heights of heaven, a journey that no other creature could have accomplished.

It crossed the forests like a gust of quiet strength, crossed the mountains in a single bound, walked above the clouds until it reached the fragile ember that danced alone in the darkness.

The birth of the seasons

The Bear gathered the ember in its massive paws. It didn't burn its skin: it burned its spirit.

He understood that if he blew on it, the light could spread.

Then he inhaled, and then released a deep breath laden with a thousand centuries of patience and wisdom.

The ember burst into a shower of sparks, which fell to earth like seeds of light.

Each spark became a dawn.

Each dawn gave birth to a cycle.

Each cycle became a season.

Winter settled in so that the earth could learn to rest.

Spring arrived so that the world could begin anew.

Summer opened its arms to celebrate abundance.

Autumn covered nature in colours to prepare for what is to come.

The Bear, guardian of renewal

When the Bear returned to earth, it was no longer the same. The rivers leaped, the trees breathed, the animals were reborn, and humans finally learned that everything comes, everything passes, and everything begins again.

The Bear had not only brought light: he had offered the possibility of change.

The ancients say that when the Northern Lights unfold across the sky, they are the embers of the ancient light continuing to fall, reminding the earth of the Bear's gift.

They also say that when someone is going through a dark time, sometimes all it takes is to look up at the sky to feel the presence of the Bear. His breath has never stopped. Nor has his light.