Kashúra

In the days before memory, when the gods of Canaan walked the fertile crescent, there was Dagan — lord of grain and harvest. And unto Dagan were born two sons: one who became the Sesame God, keeper of bitter seeds, and one who chose the softer path.

His name was Kashúra — guardian of softness, richness, and sacred fats. Where his brother ground seeds into paste with violence, Kashúra taught the art of gentle roasting, of slow grinding, of patience that transforms the hard shell into golden cream.

The priests of Kashúra kept no swords. Their temples smelled of warm nuts and honey. Their sacred vessels were not chalices but jars — sealed with beeswax and blessed under the new moon.