It rose from the mudflats: a choir of the lost, each syllable a small death. Yysh yysh — the sound of two sisters laughing underwater. Msrhyt — the gasp before the rope snaps.
Aghany stood at the water's edge, her throat finally empty of all but the last consonants: k, t, p, r. aghany msrhyt yysh yysh
Not with water.
No one remembered the meaning. Only the feeling: a slow ache behind the ribs, like watching a bird fly into fog. It rose from the mudflats: a choir of