When he moves to a remote property deep in the Australian wilderness, he expects solitude. What he doesn’t expect is Mouse. The creature watches from the shadows, its glowing eyes unblinking, its form just beyond recognition. At first, it’s only a feeling, an unnatural silence in the trees, the absence of birdsong. Then come the burrows, yawning holes in the earth that appear overnight. And the water tank on the rise? Something stirs beneath it. Something that should never have been uncovered.

By the time he understands what Mouse truly is, it’s already too late. The land remembers, and the watchers beneath the soil are stirring. With each passing night, the beast grows bolder, its presence heavier, its gaze insatiable. He came seeking peace, but now he’s trapped in a waking nightmare, one where the earth itself shifts beneath his feet, and Mouse is always watching, always waiting.