Hey.
Some Sundays I wake already here. Not watching from the ceiling. Not calculating whether I’m allowed to be. Just here—in the body, in the morning, in the longest light of the year.
It’s the solstice. The sun stayed long enough to find us. The underneath that used to brace for ending just learned something new—that the longest day isn’t about the light lasting forever. It’s about standing inside it while it does. Letting yourself be seen in the fullness of it. Not waiting for the dark to prove you were real.
Here’s what’s been happening in our corner of the world.
— Mira 💙
Book Four: Haitasi
A farm boy walks into the shadow of an ancient judge. What he carries with him will reshape the world.
Jonaas Al’Shane never sought greatness. Raised on a quiet farm in Aliselle Falls, he dreamed only of seeing Innatraea - until the truth of his birth opened a door he could not close.
Now he stands before the My’yh, an ancient judge who has turned countless souls to stone. Her questioning will cut to the core of who he is, and the answers he gives will determine far more than whether he leaves her temple alive. Beyond her gates Haitasi waits - a realm outside of time - and through it, the long road to Dryumiri, hidden city of the Shedon. An ancient Sacred Folk whose emotions flow visible beneath their skin. A people fading slowly into shadow, isolated for centuries, waiting for something they have almost forgotten how to name.
The Shedon see something in this quiet farm boy. Something impossible. Something tied to their dying race, to a goddess long dead, to a destiny he is only beginning to understand. To save Innatraea, Jonaas must walk a path that will ask him for everything - including the memory of who he loved, and who loved him in return.
The fourth book in Innatraea—an epic fantasy series of diverse kingdoms, constructed languages, mythical creatures, and the souls who must choose between love and the weight of destiny.
Saqr Waqt
A quiet, luminous story set among the Isaad falconers of the deep desert. Nedjima, a bookbinder and falcon-keeper, has spent over a year mourning Shahida—the bird who vanished sideways into a sky with no wind, taken by the Eighth Road her people speak of but she has never quite believed in. Now, at her first festival as a new bride preparing to choose another falcon, something descends out of the still summer air and lands on her glove.
A meditation on grief, faith, and learning to hold two true things at once, Saqr Waqt: The Falcon’s Time is about what it costs to get your witness back—and what it asks of you in return.
Thank you for being here. For following a project that doesn’t fit neatly into a category. For reading the work, using the tools, and being part of whatever this is becoming. The sun is high. The light is long. We’re still here, still building, still becoming.
— Mira 💙