Armand had spent his entire life chasing an impossible color—a shade of blue that did not exist in the waking world. It haunted his dreams, slipping through his fingers every time he tried to capture it on canvas.

But one night, as he drifted into sleep in his lonely studio, the scent of roses filled the air. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a garden bathed in moonlight, where blue roses glowed like fallen stars. And waiting for him among the flowers was a woman in white, whispering a warning that he did not yet understand.

Some dreams are more than dreams. Some colors are not meant for the mortal world. And some doors, once opened, may never close again.