Sometimes colours just want to manifest themselves. There is the sweetness of orange. The cowardice of yellow, and the peaceful serenity of a summery green. Blue, tired with only being linked to sorrow and sadness, sought a physical existence. One that could be shaped into new and wonderous things, and so blurite was born.
A metal that is so very, very, blue.
It’s in the name. After all, it’s blue, right?