Eternity devoured the local sun three revolutions of the galaxy ago. In its place is a black hole with an accretion disk, people cast two shadows, and life is possible only in Circles formed by giant luminous Trees. Beyond them there is icy cold and Darkness, and on the border there is Shadow, the edge of eternal sunset. Strange Creatures live here and unusual Herbs grow that have never seen the light. Worms are swarming here, dreaming of devouring all living things, and the few intelligent ones are only thinking about how to put a slave collar on you. To return to the earthly freehold, I will have to cross the Shadowlands alone. Or rather, not entirely, but the White Devil, who has taken over my body, does things that make even the locals’ blood run cold. But it seems that I have begun to understand. Kill first, or be the first to die. Only the dead are good at keeping secrets. Strike first, then make your voice. Oh yes, he repeats the most important thing most often. Only Star Blood is important!