Whenever Thalia slept, she dreamt up a world of discovery. A patchwork of emotions, each segment for a different feeling. Anger would lead her to the yawning crater of an agitated volcano. Happiness would be a guide to rainbows in a sun-filled sky. But there was still one un-explored part of her creation. Now, whenever she slept, she was cast into a land of romance and love. Yet hurt had sent broken hearts weeping. She was in a kind of Limbo, as if the Fates had not yet decided the out-come of her heart. But it was a beautiful dream.