The world painted in this book has literally
gone to ashes. Years ago an alien invasion commanded by an entity called the
SoulEater, took over the world and everything in it. Half machine, half
something else, the SoulEater had the ability to feed from humans and turn them
into ghostly beings called Shadows that wandered the planet reproducing
behaviors from their past and sometimes even resembling that past, and whose
only purpose was to locate humans and alert the Sweepers. Now, Shadows are a
terrible sight because they come back as reflections of their past, that means
that a little girl’s shadow sings the same song over and over again, or a
former runner comes backs as a horse with a human head. But Sweepers are worse
because they are a hybrid between a human and a machine and you can’t tell
where the flesh begins and the machine ends, they all are monstrous things
devoid of any humanity. Or so it seems.
