A small fire flickers in a cave. The silhouettes of the survivors huddled together inside cast long shadows on the cavern's walls. This cave shelters the most precious cargo we can imagine, the seeds of our lineage, of our very ability to one day exist. Anya Sharma is a historian. She spends her days turning the pages of dusty tombs, pouring through the written histories of humanity. On occasion, as she reads a book about ancient Egypt, she could swear for just a moment she was there. Feeling the sun on her face, the grit of sand in her teeth. When she is approached and informed, that she does not have an overactive imagination and that she really is remote viewing the past, can she handle the task laid before her? To travel back in time, as a sole witness to the rise and fall of civilizations, and use her observations to rewrite the tale of human history?