Enanika: Visionary Fiction—Shifting Orbits

In Chapters 2 and 3 of Enanika, we move further into Anu’s world. Something is shifting — the theatrical callboy appears more often than chance would allow. As Anu prepares for her journey, the threads of a larger unfolding begin to unravel.

Chapter 2: Shifting Orbits

As Anu was about to make her way home, she thought she saw the callboy at the far end of the market. He was a distinctive figure in a red, old-fashioned theatrical coat and a feathered hat tilted slightly—playful but precise. A sash was draped across his shoulder, patterned with the shifting glyphs of destination points. She had seen him a few times lately, each sighting sooner than the last. That meant the time was fast approaching. There were many callboys, callgirls, and call-creatures, but the one for Earth was the theatrical callboy.

The homeward path was lined with trees whose leaves shimmered with inner light. Anu’s home was built of wood and stone, and, like most others, merged seamlessly with the landscape. Inside, the furnishings were made of a nano-material that changed form as needed. A table, chairs, and bed would materialise when required, then dissolve back into the wall when not. 

Anu put her vegetables into a bowl, which cooked them instantly, each to its own unique requirements. She sat in her soft mauve chair, eating her meal, gazing out the window, and mentally preparing for her upcoming trip to Earth. 

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Enanika: Visionary Fiction—The Marketplace

🌍✨ A new story begins…

It’s always an exciting moment to begin a new story.
Here is the start of my new fiction series, Enanika.
It carries the same mystical, otherworldly tone as the Waldmeer Series—yet it’s set in a completely different world. 🌿🕊️

In the opening chapter of Enanika, we meet Anu in her natural world — a peaceful, advanced planet where telepathy is normal, harmony is effortless, and daily life moves with an inner hum of presence.

Chapter 1: The Marketplace

Anu moved with untroubled ease through the open-air market, her short chestnut bob brushing just above her shoulders. Sunlight caught her blue eyes, clear like the surface of a calm mountain lake. She looked about thirty, although many of the other adults did as well. So, it was unclear how old she really was.

Her earth-toned, flowing garments—soft linen pants and a knee-length dress—moved in sync with the subtle breeze and the rhythm of the marketplace. To most visitors, that rhythm seemed silent. But to the Naniks, the inhabitants of Enanika, it was a visceral presence, like a soft hum in the background. All Naniks were telepathic. 

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