"He's forgotten everything, Kea." "Then," Smith uttered, an old man defeated not by war, but by love and loss, "forget me as well, Jonuus Farrem." The monsters came from dark space, and the war carried on for nearly a decade. Jonuus Farrem was a soldier of little note, until one pivotal moment on the planet of Prospect, a colony planet on the outskirts of a nothing system. He saved the world, he ended the war. Or so he's told; the problem remains that he doesn't remember any of it, nor anything of himself. Struggling to find balance between raising a son he can't remember, living in the Buried World, and regaining mobility after dozens of surgeries, Jonuus spends most of his days at home, knowing nothing of the knowledge he has locked away. Plagued by dreams of a man with a rose pocket square, of monsters and metal men, Jonuus Farrem must survive long enough to figure out what it all means, and his role in the returning war. Because it will return.