Somewhere in the universe, a Witness waits.
It has watched civilizations rise from ash and collapse again — not once, not twice, but across more cycles than most species get to exist. It was left here with a single instruction it has never been able to precisely fulfill: You will know.
Know what? When a civilization has finally built something that lasts. When intelligent life — wherever it emerges, whatever form it takes — stops repeating the same beautiful, terrible pattern and becomes something that can endure.
It is still watching. It is still hoping.
Just Enough is a novel about the oldest question in the universe: is it possible to build a world that survives itself?
