Baskadia

The street sweepers who'd been particularly diligent at their work, stood around now jibing with each other, their long lean bodies leaning against a wall admiring their handiwork each drinking a can of mϽꝏỷ mowi a bittersweet rootbeer of which the roots grow wild in Yasaa.

I completed the sloping hill and boarded the escalator to floor Afeacahya (13). Afeacahya is an auspicious number in Yasaa, so hopefully my s᭧f (Seaf = mind) could be at ease.

At the top of the escalator was a very vivid live satellite video of Afr᭧ (Afrea) our entire galaxy so we could see what enters our atmosphere from all angles. Our galaxy is shaped like a bear our star is the bears left eye we live in the bears nose which is shaped like a honeycomb. We live in the 12th comb. There are several worlds within our world.

Our ancestors left earth millenia ago and traveled to this planet as pioneers seeking Gods face. They never found it, but they found this place was very much like earth. They first lived peaceably amongst the Native beings of light until they discovered the Afr᭧ were not Gods, and then our ancestors tried to take control of the Afreenen to their own detriment.

I walked to the end of a long corridor to conference room number Cahya-dedea dadꝏ (304) The double door opened to me like extended arms offering an embrace. Inside the council sat stoic not offering me any perusal of their mood.

"Bubala (greetings), Rage, Cahmam᭼yeneen (come in.")