Ouroboros Spine ugguanik ⏞⏟

The fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth songs felt as though they were a blur. Sialuk spoke not to anybody outside of anaa, preferring to share her grief with her mother and nobody else. She knew there was much to be done with the few who gathered here, but her spirit sank low, and it was all she could do to keep herself rested and fed.

The ninth song, the last song, the one Sialuk was most fearful of, sped toward her each day until it arrived. And when it did, the raindrop found that, instead of resistance, there was a sense of calm, of peace, of contentment. Taataa and brataa were guided gracefully to the dancing lights, and Sialuk and anaa would keep them in their hearts.

Tavvauvusi.