No one remembered the meaning. Only the feeling: a slow ache behind the ribs, like watching a bird fly into fog.

Somewhere, a child will be born with a full name. And the first thing they'll say will be:

But the village had become a place of silence. They farmed salt from their own tears. They prayed by not praying. When Aghany sang the true lullaby — Aghany msrhyt yysh yysh , which meant "Mother, return your drowned children to the shore of forgetting" — the sea answered.