The blue moon oath
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Concluida sáb, mar 14, 20263h 17m
When Pavin, a quiet half-Thai boy, returns to his late father's ancestral home in Chiang Mai after his mother's death in China, he expects only loneliness in a strange land.
But fate has been waiting a hundred years for his return.
Inside the decaying mansion of his father's legendary bloodline, Pavin breaks an ancient seal - freeing a sorcerer spirit once imprisoned by his family through a sacred relic: the Jyothirlinga, a divine stone said to carry the light of Lord Shiva himself.
The spirit awakens and seizes his father's body, seeking the divine power now hidden within Pavin. In a final act of love, Pavin's father sacrifices himself - embedding the Jyothirlinga into his son's heart and casting him into the river below the Himmapan Forest, home of the mythical Vasuki Naga.
Pavin survives, rescued by Ohm, a calm but mysterious forest explorer who hides his own secret - he is the descendant of the monk who once sealed the same spirit. Guided by an aged monk, they uncover the prophecy:
"When the Blue Moon Eclipse rises again,
the Jyothirlinga must be returned to the Naga's statue in the sacred cave.
Only then shall the balance between heaven and earth be restored."
As Pavin and Ohm journey through the enchanted forest, Pavin discovers strange powers awakening within him.
When he wishes for rain, the heavens obey.
When he touches the wounded, their pain fades.
Soon, villagers call him Phra Dek - the Holy Child, believing he is a god reborn.
But every miracle steals a fragment of his humanity.
Each wish brings him closer to becoming divine - and farther from the boy he once was.
Meanwhile, the spirit - wearing his father's face - grows stronger as the Blue Moon Eclipse nears, hunting Pavin across the mountains. And amid the curse and chaos, love begins to bloom between the boy who carries the light of the gods and the man fated to protect him.
When gods, curses, and destiny entwine -
will their love save the world... or be its final sacrifice?
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