Our world is ending. Not because of a war or a plague, but because we can't find our mates. We have been told for our entire lives that our world is great, all things considered. There are no wars, no political strife, or disease. The only issue is... anatomical, really. You physically can't have children with someone who isn't your chosen one. The population did too well for too long, now there are too many people to sort through. Finding your person is nearly impossible. So now we–the last generation–are struggling. Struggling for scraps on this dying planet. But most of all, struggling to find hope when we keep getting told there is none.
Until I discover a secret being held from us. A secret that can change the way of our world as we know it.
