Mije

The scent of cherry blossoms on the cold mountain wind follows Mije on their nightly patrol. Locals in the city of purple skies pull their collars tight and turn away, whispering about the chimp in the ragged jumper who carries lanterns for no one. They were once a respected archivist, poring over scrolls for the Panda Council. But they found a passage that was meant to stay buried—a ritual for guiding spirits who became lost by the city river. They were exiled for practicing it. Inspired by tales of Takeo, who gave purpose to the forgotten, Mije accepted their fate. Every night, they walk, sipping sweet strawberry milk. They light a path for souls, a quiet, determined shepherd. But no one dares to ask what they saw in those scrolls that made them trade a life of comfort for a lonely vigil.