There are two brother suns in Kazimar. Pale yellow Illysu who traces the spring and summer months alone in quiet grace. Deep blue Illysa who dances below her in somber majesty, trailing double shadows across the winter landscapes.

Only on the coldest days –long winter nights when Illysu barely skirts the horizon– does Illysa inherit the sky. Those are the blue days, when legends walk the snows and men hide in burrows of earth and stone.