Contact severed.

Worlds are tangled.

Build the empire or die.

Twelve years after all contact is lost, Captain Raysaand Andrews and his little sister Seevy are torn from deep space by a powerful entity and thrown into the jungles of their mother's home planet.

With nothing but the clothes on their backs, they are forced to learn the rules of a violent land—rules buried beneath questions. What happened to this world? Where is Maia? And why does everyone want them dead? They dodge bullets. Survival shrinks to minutes; adrenaline their only remedy.

And high above, the Star Queen watches all.

Violence gives way to riddles, and the search drags on across deserts and alien seas. It's only beyond breaking points, where bodies fail and hearts are laid bare, that answers begin to form. Still, the trail pulls them forward, piece by piece, toward their ancestral home.

At the center of it all lies an ancient poem, one that speaks of old networks of ageless towers that the Star Dreamers will use to be found. But before it can be understood, they must face the truth. Maia isn't lost.

Maia is hunting.

And what she is hunting.

Is the final turn in the poem.