Lucius Silvis dies at the age of 26. But the end is only the beginning.
He wakes up in a world that doesn't seem to exist, torn apart by time, broken by memories. Whenever he dies, everything begins anew. But nothing is the same. The places change. So do the people. And each time, Lucius loses a little more of himself.
Trapped in a labyrinth of loops, nightmares and fragile realities, he searches for a truth that is slipping away from him. But he is not alone. Others like him, lost souls wander through Nivarn. Some are helping. Others are hunting.
And a disturbing question germinates deep inside him:
"What remains of me if I keep losing myself?"