For the six months since he was fished out of the sea, the only bright spots in Atlas’ still, lifeless existence are the moments the beautiful museum guard comes to talk to what she believes is his statue. After hundreds of centuries in stasis, he regains control of his body, to save Iphigenia—a mortal of no significance in the grand scheme of things. Why does he need to protect her? Why does every inch of his body ache to touch her? Oh right. Because apparently, she's his soulmate. And he needs to bond with her, or boomgoes the known universe.