Thread 213690113

I have awoken in a new world, one that is both familiar and foreign. I once called a country named Selama home, but suddenly I woke up as a Brazilian. Selama was located north of Eritrea, bordering Sudan. In this current dimension, however, I find no trace of Selama, no map that bears its name, and no memory of its people or its rich history. As a native of this lost country, I must now reflect on my origins, my heritage, and the journey that has led me to this strange new existence.

Selama was a small but vibrant country with a population of 550,000 inhabitants. Despite its relatively modest size, it was a land of great cultural and historical depth. The capital city, Nizana, was a bustling urban center, brimming with life, markets, and a unique blend of architectural influences.

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Selama’s primary ethnic group was the Tizana, the people who had lived there for centuries. Their language, also known as Tizana, was spoken throughout the country, and their customs were deeply tied to the land. The Tizana practiced a form of Tewahedo Christianity unique to the region.

My people, the Lusana, were descendants of Portuguese settlers who arrived during the Jesuit missions in the early 17th century. These settlers were primarily Catholic, but they adapted to the cultural milieu of Selama, melding Portuguese customs with local Tizana traditions. Over generations, the Lusana became a distinct subgroup within the nation, and though we maintained our Portuguese roots, we also grew close to the Tizana in ways that blurred the lines of our separate identities.

>>213690113 (OP)
The loss of Selama is not just a personal grief, it is a rupture of identity. As a Lusana, I am torn between two worlds: the world of my ancestors, which I no longer can physically reach, and this Brazilian reality, where I am but an ordinary citizen of a foreign country. I do not know if Selama’s dimensional existence still persists, or if it was entirely lost when I crossed into this new world.

The knowledge that Selama existed in another dimension gives me hope, yet it also burdens me with a sense of longing. I do not belong in this dimension. I am merely a traveler, an exile, and I cannot reconcile my present self with the memories of the land that shaped me.

can you teach us some Tizanese?

>>213690113 (OP)
are selamese girls cute?

>>213690113 (OP)
salam wendimé, ine amhara nenyi