Sesshoumaru slowly started to open his eyes; all he could see was a long black hallway with what he assumed to be stars going downward. Frowning a bit, he carefully pushed himself up, and he felt… rather odd for some reason. He didn't know what it was that had caused this weird feeling to swirl within his very being but at the moment that didn't matter. He had to find a way out of here… wherever here was anyway. Shaking his head, the youkai pushed himself up to his feet and took one last look around before rolling his eyes.

This area just seemed to have turned into a darker version of the gala… not to mention he felt this weird feeling from this place… He didn't know what this feeling is, but what he could tell was that it wasn't normal. There was something off and it surrounded him like a bad smelling wet blanket… in fact, it almost felt like something was pressing down on his body… hindering him in some way or another, he couldn't be sure what it was but at the moment he couldn't think about that. Sesshoumaru knew that he would have to think about finding a way out of this place.

Walking down the stairs, Sesshoumaru wondered what he was going to end up seeing in this place, was it just like the gala he had been in before being thrown into that painting or was it something else that he would end up seeing? Shaking his head, the young man knew that he would just have to deal with what he'd end up seeing but then again, it was just a gala and like any gala, there were only paintings here and they couldn't hurt you no matter how hard you tried to think of any other possibilities.

Shaking his head, the youkai looked at the walls and saw that there were no paintings on the walls of the staircase, so maybe the paintings were further down on the ground level, he didn't know but what he did know was that the weird feeling was getting worse… In fact, it almost felt like something was drawn out of him and placed somewhere… he didn't know why it felt like that, but it couldn't be good no matter how hard he tries…

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Sesshoumaru looked around and saw no paintings on the wall facing him but when he turned around he saw two paintings on the walls that were near the stars. One was a lake full of blue water with small brown rocks that in a way, resembled islands. The other one, on the other side looked the same but the water was red instead… "Blue pits of hell and red pits of hell…" mumbled Sesshoumaru before he started to walk away down the hall to the left which the painting he declared 'blue pits of hell' was and started to look around. There had to be some kind of clue as to where he was now, for there was no way that this was the same gala, there just couldn't be any way for this to be the same place…

"Perhaps this is nothing more than a dream and I shall awaken soon." Said Sesshoumaru, not really thinking that this could be real. After all, who has ever heard of a person, or youkai being dragged into a painting in the first place? That wasn't very believable and he knew that no one would have believed him in the first place. Besides, it was not real; this could be nothing more than a dream.

Nodding to himself, the youkai pushed himself to keep on walking down the hall, just wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, or, at least to wait for himself to wake up before anything else happened. Taking a glance from left to right, he didn't see any more paintings… hm, did that mean that there were only those two paintings in this area or was it something else? Shaking his head, Sesshoumaru didn't even know why he was bothering to think of any of this when this, was nothing more than a dream. A nightmare at that, a nightmare that he cannot seem to wake up from. Perhaps Inuyasha is just enjoying seeing his half-brother asleep and having to deal with such a thing in the first place.

Running a hand through his silvery white hair, Sesshoumaru looked up when he saw a door… There was something painted on the door in blue letters… Odd, why would this person pick blue for the words on such a dark coloured door? White would have been better for this dark door.

Leaning closer to the door and squinted his eyes, the young man could faintly make out the words "come in, and take your prize. Do not lose it, for if you do you will die…" What the hell was that supposed to mean in the first place? Rolling his eyes, the young man grabbed the door knob and opened the door before he started to make his way to go inside the room. Looking around, the youkai frowned when he didn't see anything in the room… it was nothing more than a darkness.

This was rather odd, that's for sure though again… this is nothing more than a dream and that was all it was… Blinking in confusion, the young man opened the door more allowing more light to come on into the room and that was when he saw it. Standing in the middle of the room was a table with a vase… within that vase, was a blue rose. "A rose? That's what this place wanted to give me was a damn rose?" Rolling his eyes, Sesshoumaru slipped the rose in his pocket, not really sure why he should even keep it in the first place but he may as well…"

"How can such a beautiful flower though be real?" asked Sesshoumaru out loud, not really sure or expecting any kind of answer in the first place. Shaking his head, the young man just rolled his eyes once again before he started to walk on away, though what he didn't understand was the weird feeling that he got from the rose. The rose felt weird, like there was a part of himself within each and every petal in that rose but he just didn't understand what it was as of yet. Taking a deep breath, he kept on walking down the hall, wanting to find a way to escape this place once and for all.


Blue roses do not occur in nature, at least not the absolute blue roses. Roses lack the pigment that produces blue color. Our blue roses have been painstakingly created and imbued with a special meaning.

Much like its mysterious origin, the blue rose means mystery. An appreciation for the enigmatic, the inexplicable is expressed by blue roses. A tantalizing vision that cannot be totally pinned down, a mystery that cannot be fully unraveled is the blue rose. A person who receives the blue rose is the subject of much speculation and thought. A complex personality that does not allow easy interpretation is what the blue rose indicates.

Another meaning of the blue rose is that it symbolizes the impossible, or the unattainable. Since the blue rose itself is a rarity in nature, it stands for something that is hardly within one's grasp, an object that seems too difficult to be achieved. Thus the blue rose is admired and revered as an unrealizable dream.

The blue rose being in itself something very extraordinary expresses that very same feeling. "You are extraordinarily wonderful", the blue rose exclaims. A truly wonderful personality, almost chimera-like is what the blue rose says about the receiver. A flight of fancy, an irrepressible imagination is what the blue rose is all about.

Blue and its deeper shade purple have for long symbolized mystery and ambiguity. Again, the fact that the blue rose is a flower that has been fabricated increases this sense of surrealism. The meaning of the blue rose in this sense is an appreciation for something that cannot be grasped in full measure.

The lighter shade of the blue rose, which is almost akin to lilac, expresses the first flush of love. Enchantment, a feeling of being completely bowled over in the very first instance is another delightful meaning of the blue rose. Lavender and lilac have both been associated with romance since time immemorial.

The blue rose is also used as a symbol of caution. It expresses a need to be discrete. Again, there is a whiff of secrecy and mystery as expressed by the blue color.

New opportunities and new possibilities are also some other meanings of the blue rose. The blue rose denotes the excitement and the possibilities that new ventures bring. The mysterious beginnings of new things and the excitement therein are very nicely expressed by this flower.

The blue rose is a flower that seeks to convey a message of mystery, enchantment and a sense of the impossible. One should never forget that as a flower that is not found freely in nature, the blue rose has a certain charm and unique mystery that does not reveal itself freely.