The Mysterious Disappearance of Colby Blue

An Ethereal Visitor at Midnight

The room was peaceful with the sound of a light breeze through an open window and the soft, rhythmic breathing of a baby boy, fast asleep. A full moon cast a pale glow on the infant lying inside his crib, surrounded by a nest of plush stuffed animals.

Bursting through, a faint dark circle formed in the air just above the wooden crib. Spilling out from its multi-dimensional portal, delicate tentacles invaded the room – reaching, exploring, seeking. Spindly tentacles tapped their bumpy feelers along a colorful mobile of the solar system, setting each planet in motion.

The sleeping baby stirred. The tentacles recoiled, swiftly shifting direction, knocking over a fluffy E.T. doll, passing over a bowl of smooth rose quartz crystals on the nightstand. Curious tendrils passed over each painted letter on the crib's headboard, sensing the name: C-o-l-b-y B-l-u-e.

The feelers gathered excitedly around the infant, pulling back to form a thick, grey fog. From the blurred mass of retreating tentacles, the face of a beautiful woman slowly materialized. Hovering above the sleeping baby, her curled tentacles inched across his upper lip reaching to touch his bare chest, caressing the area of his heart with the tenderness of a loving mother.

Emerging from a gauzy shroud, a woman's angelic face gradually grew more defined. An eerie etheric hum suffused the quiet room as her luminous, porcelain-white visage gazed intently at the waking infant.

She whispered with a sensual, comforting voice as gentle as the breeze:

"Be strong, child of the light. Your troubles will be great, you will suffer loss, endure much pain, but remember to never, ever lose your faith. You are unlike any other child that has come to this planet. For you are a Starchild."

Entranced by her presence, the baby boy watched calmly as the entity's face fluidly evaporated into nothingness. A burst of air swirled round and round the room, faster and faster, concentrating into a spinning haze, until finally whooshing out towards the night sky in a blaze of light.

The bright flash illuminated the baby's face lying in his crib, gazing at the stars above.