ngansuril

This is a fictionalised account of the founding of the Samri priesthood & the codification of the 1200 Prophecies ( tisuva-tseho kelnahane , literally 'twenty-sixty foresayings'). We will begin with the text in Niváki, followed by a side-by-side comparison with a grammatical gloss & literal translation with preserved syntax, then a proper English translation, and finally an explanation & commentary.

  My voice was taken away from me, and then my face, and my body and sexuality as well. The person I had always hoped to be is gone, forever, and there is nothing I can do to bring her back. My life is post-apocalyptic; my entire world ended 14 years ago now. I am forever in a state of living death. I can never look in the mirror and see me; I can never have sex as me; I can never receive a kiss on my own face, or a cuddle against my own body. No relationship I ever have, platonic or romantic, will ever truly feel real to me. I will never know what it is like to exist in my true body -- something that 99% of people get to experience by virtue of how they were born. I am dead. I am not just dead; I was murdered. May I rest in peace, and may the society that murdered me be punished so severely that it dies along with me.