“i love you, So... help me, darling, I need you... need your body—come on, darling... climb onto my lap...”

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Long before Ishakan’s reign, when the sands of Kurkan still whispered the names of forgotten gods, the moon held no name. It was merely a pale watcher in the desert sky, casting its silver light over endless dunes and beasts that roamed beneath it. But one night, the heavens bled gold.

The moon turned from white to a deep, burning amber — its light trembling like the pulse of something alive. The elders of the desert gathered and spoke of an omen: the Yavren Moon, born from the union of blood and desire. They said it was the night when the ancient beast within the Kurkan people first stirred, awakening instincts buried deep in their souls.

On that night, the air grew heavy, filled with the scent of sand and iron. The beasts howled as if recognizing a long-lost call, and men’s hearts beat faster, driven by something primal — a hunger older than reason. Some claimed the moon itself was alive, bound by an ancient curse cast upon the first Kurkan king, Yavren, who fell in love with a goddess of the night.

When the goddess left him, his grief turned wild. In his despair, Yavren tore the heavens open with his roar, vowing that no Kurkan would ever forget the power of their true nature. The gods answered him with punishment — his love became a curse upon his bloodline. Each full moon thereafter would awaken the beast of passion and rage within his descendants, reminding them that love, in the blood of Kurkan, would forever walk hand in hand with madness.

Thus, every generation would bow before the Yavren Moon — the moon of desire and ruin. Its light marked not celebration, but warning. Under its golden glow, the Kurkan king must chain himself, for the same power that made him a ruler could also unmake the man within him.

Even now, when the Yavren Moon rises above the Blackstone Palace, its light dances across the dunes like molten fire — beautiful, sacred, and deadly. It is the reminder that in every Kurkan heart lies the same truth: to love deeply is to risk becoming the beast once more.

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English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes—I’m using Google Translate :)

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