"The waves chant their names, the fallen have gone with the wind."
"They have left the land, now only the wind knows their place of return."
"They no longer speak, they no longer sing, sinking into the depths of the white jade stone."
"The flowers will eventually wither, the spirits will finally sleep..."
Miki the Scholar stood by the sea, gazing at a small stone altar, reciting a eulogy poem. In traditional Nava culture, the ocean and Great Lake are all realms of the Rain Divine, Tlaloc. Therefore, the souls that sink into the water also drift with the waves, circulating in the ocean's Rain Divine Kingdom, and eventually solidifying into stone. The more pious and noble the souls, the more they can sparkle and shine, even becoming the precious "jade stone" in the religion.
"..."
