Dreams of Stellar Martin - Mary Maurice - Bog

Stellar Martin peels her eyes open as drop after drop of chilling rain pounds her forehead. Above her, sleek, granite towers, as craggy roots holding suspended trees canopy across the gorge. Why is she laying in this sunless ravine? Having no idea who she is, Stellar scrambles through her backpack, and pulling out a book, opens the pages to what looks like dreams. This dream journal is her only salvation, her only saving grace, to the mystery of her existence.