{"id":3227,"date":"2025-12-28T20:19:47","date_gmt":"2025-12-28T17:19:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-14-yelbegren\/"},"modified":"2025-12-28T20:19:47","modified_gmt":"2025-12-28T17:19:47","slug":"simanas-diaries-14-yelbegren","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-14-yelbegren\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries \u2013 14 \u2013 Yelbegren"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Days had passed. That night, the camp was silent; even the silence seemed to be searching for its place.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The faint howls of jackals <\/p>\n

in the distance mingled with the crackling of the fire; it was as if the darkness were breathing, emitting sounds from within itself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana was sitting in front of her tent. In her hand was a bundle of herbs wrapped in birch bark; in her lap, the small prayer stone given to her by Ba\u015fkam\u2026 As her fingers lingered on the stone\u2019s rough surface, she looked up at the sky. The moon\u2014that familiar, cool face\u2014began to fade slowly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

A murmur spread through the center <\/p>\n

of the settlement. The women bowed their heads. The men gathered their children close. Whispers seeped through the wind:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYelbegren\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cThe <\/p>\n

dragon is in the sky\u2026 It\u2019s swallowing the moon.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The Altai people knew:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Yelbegren was a celestial spirit resembling a dragon. It devoured the moon because the moon was sacred. And darkness envied the sacred.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

When <\/p>\n

an eclipse began, the camp would fall silent. They were even afraid to pray. Because words, at times, fed the darkness.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But Simana stood up. She looked up at the sky\u2014not with fear, but with a sense of recognition.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

It was <\/p>\n

as if this darkness were not appearing before her for the first time. It was as if this moment had been walking toward her for a long time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

At <\/p>\n

that moment, a child\u2019s forehead was burning. And the tribe turned their eyes toward Simana.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No one said \u201ccome\u201d to her. But everyone pleaded with their eyes, averting their gaze. Simana heard this.<\/p>\n

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In her chest, words that had gone unsaid for years had accumulated; like snow piling up in a tree hollow, heavy and silent. That night, they would be spoken for the first time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She looked up at <\/p>\n

the sky. And the words someone had whispered one night, before the fire went out, poured from her heart:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cThere is <\/p>\n

\u00dclgen\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He reigns on the highest throne in the <\/p>\n

heavens.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

In the quietest moment <\/p>\n

of the night, he speaks, hiding behind a breath.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

You hear <\/p>\n

him not with your eyes, but through silence.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cThere is Mother <\/p>\n

Umay\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She gathers <\/p>\n

her tears to her breast and wraps them around the children\u2019s sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

If <\/p>\n

a baby smiles in its sleep, it is because Umay has become its breath that night.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAnd Erlik\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He waits silently beneath <\/p>\n

the roots.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He is not darkness; he merely reminds us of the cycle of return.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He is regarded not with fear, but with respect.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Simana heard these three names for the first time. She had heard them before; that night, she understood them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00dclgen would breathe life into her prayers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Umay would bring softness to her hands.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Erlik, for his part, would bring not death, but fearlessness.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She touched her <\/p>\n

fox necklace. The wood sank into her warm skin.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

It was <\/p>\n

as if the fox had closed its eyes; her thoughts fell silent. Only one feeling remained within her:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cGo through the door now.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She <\/p>\n

slowly stood up. She didn\u2019t take her drum.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Tonight, he would summon the spirits without a drum.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He approached <\/p>\n

the fire. He closed his eyes. And he spoke the first word. It was not a prayer; it was an intention.<\/p>\n

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The <\/p>\n

second word followed; it was not a spell, but a request.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then the third\u2026 the fourth\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Simana\u2019s voice was gone <\/p>\n

now.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

fire had taken her tongue; it was scattering it into the sky along with the smoke.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That night, Simana prayed like a shaman for the first time, feared like a little girl, and passed through the door like a spirit.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And at that moment, the moon began to reappear before everyone\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The light that <\/p>\n

Yelbegren could not swallow split the black face of the sky.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

In a <\/p>\n

distant tent, the child took a deep breath.<\/p>\n

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Simana sank to the ground. This collapse was not a fall born of exhaustion; it was a weight she had carried for a long time finally finding its place.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

next morning, the child awoke without a fever. The silence in the camp this time stemmed not from fear, but from gratitude.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana looked at the wind. And deep inside, she heard a voice coming from a place she would never return to. It was the recollection of a promise long since made. Now, everything was just beginning…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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