In a strange journey through time, we arrived at the beginning of the world. Days passed by, and we walked towards the sun. It was a distant and harsh region, with scorching sun, and a primitive lifestyle. We traveled between Egypt and Sudan, through paths and paths that filled the desert. Eventually, we reached the Zouili tribes. Everything there was different: the rituals, customs, teachings, laws, regions, age groups… Some of them walked for five days straight, without any water or bread. This is the nature of the Zouili people—they never stay in one place. They are always far from civilization. No single tribe or group can encompass them. They are surrounded by mystery. Their stories are always unclear, their rules are strict. Some of them even traveled around the world on special missions. Others never left the Zouili region, staying on the peaks of mountains, in the depths of valleys, and near the edges of the desert. All of them are waiting for the Lord of Lightning and the Rainbow.When the mountains tremble, and the particles of sand quiver with energy, their sovereign extends their rule over the world. For that moment, they move among us, sending messages about our affairs and the world’s events to their leader—the Shikh of time. That masked man, whom no one can see, is merely a manifestation of the great spirit of Zouel. It is a strange story that touches upon unknown depths, revealing a reality that has never been completely eradicated…