In 2077, at a lunar base, Lin Ye receives a warning from 2142: the resonator he is calibrating will tear through space-time, allowing the ruins of the future to devour the present. The conglomerates see “time folds” as a shortcut to plunder, but he must wager everything on redemption, with the survival of two eras at stake. Are the folds the end, or bloodied hands reaching out from the future?
