Some things are invisible
until someone loves them.
Out along the Moon's own path, a faint cloud of ancient dust drifts where almost no one ever looks. One winter night, an astronomer named Kazimir Vale watched it do something impossible: it leaned, very gently, toward the Earth. Toward a ferry in a storm. Toward a nurse who stayed. Toward every act of love that cost someone something.
The world called it the K-field. Kirin, a healer who had felt it all her life, called it nothing at all. Tovin, the soldier who measured everything because he couldn't hear it, wrote it all down, year after year.
Centuries later, the field powers everything, and it is quietly failing. And thirteen-year-old Nara, an apprentice surveyor who never could sing a house, is about to follow her dog up a forbidden mountain.
