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Salus Kobsarka-Nitannyi Niksubvya lives and breathes politics. She has moved to the old city to advance her political career, working for one of the founders of the Progressive Movement—a party known for its controversial attitudes about technology and interstellar travel. While going over documents, she discovers a box addressed to a man named Sari. This box changes everything. This is a story about kisses in moonlight and hushed whispers over flukes of berry-dark wine, about reaching for dreams and breaking fragile realities, sacrificing love and clutching deceit. This is the story of a heartbeat.
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams: The Story of a Heartbeat

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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

The story of a heartbeat (6 Shoiyeshekhin of Poràkol 1865)

Memories age like wine. People look back because, as time carries us forward, the sweetness of our lost loves’ lips overpowers what happened when we lost them. Like the nuamë nuaf iča, we steal immortality from the untouchable figures who leave us behind in the dust to pine and mourn, hands st...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

The waking dream (5 Aramiyakhin of Poràkol 1865)

Thousands of years before the skyscrapers rose on Kaiatha Sound or the holographic gardens clustered along the wharf, a boy watched his father and his mother die at the hands of the Erebi tribe, peeking through the cracks in a woven grain basket. As their blood splattered across floor—as he he...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Where desire goes to die (5 Pesussekhin of Poràkol 1865)

The Reclaimed Zone is where you put things you want to forget. It repulses everything. Even the river switched its course to skirt along the area’s boundary. During the Occupation, I suppose, is when people finally settled there. Only aliens would have funded the colossal penitentiaries and fa...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Revelations (5 Khayakhin of Poràkol 1865)

————————————————————————————— Sehutannyi understanding of what I have gained broken friendships professional success shattered...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Excerpt from the moment of truth (5 Khayakhin of Poràkol 1865)

In the wake of tragedies, Tveshi legal decisions happen very quickly, almost too quickly. Once they have assembled all of the testimonies, they are played on a video screen in the open courtroom—perfectly rigged so that prosecuting and defense attorneys cannot milk questions. All of the testif...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Moment of glory (5 Čelakhin of Poràkol 1865)

The hospital staff released me two days after I awoke. It was a clear, sunny morning, so the food vendors had come out in full force. There are always people in need of quick meals at hospitals. Likua helped me walk on the crutches as we approached one of the frozen juice stations. I let [...]
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Death and Delirium (4 Kaiakhin of Poràkol 1865)

Everything after I hit my head comes in flashes and half-remembered fits of fear and pain. I remember turquoise eyes staring at me from the Gates of Death, drawing me back to life. Scattered moments of surgery and blades, days and nights spent in a well-staffed hospital while they tried to ransom me...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Two for her and one for me: reprise (3 Aramiyakhin of Poràkol 1865)

The crowd pushed against us from all sides, moving towards the river parks and the safety of the skyrail trains. Deimo Akaiannyi must have gone mad. She ignored the shouts and screams as we ran along Karudesa Street towards the memorial, but at my insistence, we stayed in the building’s shadow...
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Karudesa and Nikara (3 Aramiyakhin of Poràkol 1865)

The city streets smelled like perfume and incense and humanity. We walked on thrown kau grain as the crowd showered us with half-frozen flower petals that never quite seemed to strike Deimo Akaiannyi or me. Everything seemed more unreal than the kisses Sehutannyi and I shared beneath shedding trees....
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Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams · 2Y ago

Divine protector (3 Aramiyakhin of Poràkol 1865)

Mànukha is a paste made from a mixture of opakha, ash, and nopà nut milk. They prepare it only for the unmarried women in the processionals, mixing the ingredients together while someone chants verses from our sacred texts. kei parasia om anei omenevenei omenevenei kei parasia om anei omenevenei ome...
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