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In the distant future, as the boundaries between Galaxies grow increasingly blurred, a hunt begins for a mysterious device. Those who receive a letter from an enigmatic client set out to claim the artifact. Some believe it holds mystical significance, while others see it as a path to wealth and power.

Ethan Kendes, a seasoned traveler, is used to working alone, relying solely on his instincts and skills. But when he encounters a device known as “Parasomnia,” he begins to question whether it’s just a fortunate discovery. Perhaps true fortune lies not in the pursuit of profit—but in staying ignorant and avoiding the consequences of this dangerous revelation.

Vasilisa Chmeleva - Parasomnia


Chapter 1. Farther Than Rigel Itself.

Part 1

"Welcome to the Vagrant Waif station. Log entry – fuck knows what day it is. Start recording."

"Ethan, do it properly. Reports require concrete data, not your sarcasm."

I leaned back in my chair with an air of boredom and looked at my companion, who had merged into smooth, sharply angled lines imitating visually crossed arms. Across her angular proportions darted a crimson light, which in the language of holograms signified anger or indignation.

"Alright, alright. Don't be such a buzzkill, Skyla. Can't even joke anymore," I grumbled. "And quit with the light shows every damn time like we're in Stratosfera[1]. My eyes are glitching already."

"You programmed me this way yourself. Thank you, by the way – it makes projecting my emotional state much easier. Now, if you've finished acting like a child, let's start over. Previous log entry deleted," my companion announced in her trademark monotone.

"Over 8.5 parsecs from home," I sighed. "Got to see the fourth brightest stellar giant. Far enough out to glimpse some star clusters we can't see from home. Think they'll pay good money for a star?"

Filing reports had long since lost its appeal, yet I stubbornly kept sending them back to my homeworld. Even though no response could reach my ship beyond 2.5 parsecs out.

For twenty years I'd roamed the galactic expanse, searching for my place in it. Without success… so far.

"If you’re done with your self-flagellation, I’m logging off," the hologram stated flatly as she faded out.

Her usual way of reminding me that even a machine could tire of my endless monologues.

At first, Skyla kept asking: 'Are you actually talking to me, Ethan?'

'Hell if I know,' I'd deadpan each time, until the hologram finally stopped checking—her digital mind now hardwired to ignore my ramblings.

Swiveling in my favorite almond-shaped chair, I turned toward the left section of the glossy white wall where cosmoglyphs of me and everything I'd ever cherished were displayed.

The photos moved in truncated stop-motion, granting me seconds of nostalgia. In one frame, I was sixteen – the exact age I'd last stood on Kallinkor's native soil.

Kallinkor was once a thriving world, rich with life, resources, and civilizations. I remember as a boy how beings from other planets would flock to us. We hosted delegations, threw raucous celebrations, and every species presented something unique in exchange for our own goods. But over time, my planet fell into decline. To the rest of the Galaxy, Kallinkor became a somber reminder of what happens when you fail to maintain the balance between nature and your own history.


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