Milele was a valley untouched by time hidden beneath the heavy veil of Idemmele's curse. It's people knew no sky beyond the mist no world beyond the emerald hills that caged them . Ijele , a boy with restless feet and a mind filled with questions,had always felt the weight of something unseen pressing against his soul.He had heard whispers in the wind - voices of the those long gone , trapped between the living and the lost . But milele had one rule : never listen to the echoes. They belonged to past , and the past was forbidden .
One night as the moon hung full and swollen, ijele wandered too far into into the forbidden ruins at the heart of the Valley.there , beneath the roots of an ancient iroko tree , he saw them - cards scattered like fallen leaves.the Deck shimmered , plusing with an unseen force. He reached out , and in that moment, milele it's self seemed to shudder.