“What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.” – Saint Augustine.

Prae’sol is history, so it is said. I cannot change what happened in the past. Tare’sol will arrive, whether I am ready for it or not. The future is unpredictable. Em’sol, this sol, is the only sol that offers the opportunity to change our destiny. Often, it passes without our awareness of its significance. Looking back in regret is a sad exercise. In my existence, I was taught life moves in one direction: we mark time in a progression of events from the past through the present and into the future. On Theia, such a progression only moves in one direction. I was to learn that may not hold true in every reality. – From the journal of Arn Ad-Emn of Theia, once an archeologist but now an exile.

What if time isn’t what we were taught? Arn begins a quest to discover evidence to support his theory that the ancient ancestors of the people of Theia came from the stars. Impossibly old documents with nearly undecipherable writing guide his search. What he finds on his journey is that his perception of time and the universe is woefully superficial. He exists in his world at a moment between the recent past and the inevitable future. However, where his ancestors came from might not be a question of where but a question of when….