Buu Mal -bhuumaal- Nauthkarrlayynae - Yan...

The phrase repeated itself in his skull, even when he tried to sleep.

And when they asked where he learned such strange, sorrowful words, he would smile and say: Buu Mal -bhuumaal- nauthkarrlayynae yan...

The wall did not open. It unremembered itself. Stone turned to mist, mist turned to a corridor of bone-white roots. At the far end stood a figure — human-shaped, but jointed like a marionette strung by sorrow. The phrase repeated itself in his skull, even

Given that, I will honor its mystery by crafting a story in which the phrase itself is the key — an incantation of forgotten origin, whose meaning is felt rather than translated. The Bone Chorus of Buu Mal Buu Mal -bhuumaal- nauthkarrlayynae yan...

The figure reached into his chest and pulled out his ability to forget.