Ouroboros Spine ugguanik ⏞⏟

Sialuk had awoken with a sore throat, no doubt from the death songs to which she was unaccustomed. She had avoided speaking to anyone the day after, knowing that she must save her voice for the songs for the next eight nights. The sun rose, and the sun began to set. It was then that Sialuk returned to the ulaq, breaking away from her every day tasks to greet anaa with a heavy heart, touching their foreheads together in silence. Her voice would be saved for the song, which came not long after.

Lift yourself from bones now, beloved spirit. There is a time to wait and a time to depart. We sing you now to your home within the dancing lights. When you open your eyes, you will be at peace.