Solaris has been asleep for so long. Her skin toughened by time, and her blood thinned by neglect, and her mind stumped over the years of thought to the point where there was nothing left to think about. Ever waiting for the creature who is worthy of her knowledge.
As winter draws in its chilling beast and the harvest falls to the cold touch of frost himself, we are reminded of the power that nature gifts us. The rains come to feed the land, the sun comes to feed the crops, the fall happens to harvest the crops and the frost preserves the land ready for the next rains.