THE SEA FOAMS MILK

When you return go alone, just you and the children and when you approach the beach then call for me:

Zilvine, Zilvineli, If alive, may the sea foam milk If dead, may the sea foam blood…

And if you see coming towards you foaming milk then know that I am still alive, but if blood comes then I have reached my end. While you, my children, let not the secret out, do not let anyone know how to call for me.

Milk cresting on an ocean wave.

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