Stories from my childhood that many find intriguing about me. This story is dedicated to my great grandfather, and all he's done for me.

He was of the stars, and she was the mere ocean upon which he was reflected. Both were beautiful, but only one was stelliferous.

Prism, a young girl by the age of fourteen, has had the same dream nearly everyday of her life. Two different beings, two different lives, two different courses of blood. These two teenage boys, projected into her train of thought as though watching a brutal scene unfolding years and years into the future, hold a connection to a world unknown. At the same time, someone has been murdering various people with one simple substance: Cobalt.