A year consists a cycle of 7 months devoted to the 7 Gods. Each month bears the name of its patron deity, and with it comes a season reflecting that god's nature.
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Ethia
The first month of the year honors Elyon, the God Above All.
It is the season of Hope, a point of time where the world awakens from winter's dream and prayers for the year ahead are offered.
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Holea
The second month of the year honors Helios, the Golden Chariot of Dawn.
It is the season of the Sun that stretches its golden fingers across the land where fields are tilled and seeds are planted.
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Lryea
The third month of the year honors Lacrimora, the Weeping Virgin Mary.
It is the season of tears, sorrow, and cleansing, where endless rains fall from heavy skies.
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Sahra
The fourth month of the year honors Selene, the Moon's Living Light.
It is the season of growth where under the calm glow of long night skies settles upon the world and a promise of the abundance yet to come.
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Detta
The fifth month of the year honors Demeter, She of the Grain.
It is the season of growth where crops flourish and orchards swell with fruit and the land reaches its fullness.
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Hinea
The sixth month of the year honors Hel, Queen of the Dead.
It is the season of ash where it is a time when leaves fall and the living remember those who have passed.
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Bruma
The seventh month of the year honors Boreas, the Anemoi of the North.
It is the season of the arctic where his breath brings frost that covers the world as the year prepares to end.
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The year follows a season cycle:
Hope → Sun → Tears → Moon → Growth → Ash → Ice
Each season prepares the next, reminding all who live under the Seven Gods that life is not a straight path, but a circle that always returns to hope.
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The Euxinian Calendar consists of 365 days.
The first six months contain 52 days, while the final month endures for 53 days, thus completing the year.
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Among sailors, pilgrims, and wandering scholars, there are whispers of a peculiar belief:
That is, the 53rd day of Bruma does not truly belong to any month.
That is, it is a threshold between endings and beginnings— a day outside the turning of the year itself.
Old mariners claim that ships lost upon the black sea had found their course again during this strange day. Whether this tale is truth or merely superstition, none can say.
Thus, when the last night of Bruma arrives, many leave a candle burning by their window, just in case a lost traveler might need its light.