I’m standing at my easel, painting a picture of a chalice. All I know is that the chalice came to me in a dream. I hear your footsteps entering the cave. I turn around to greet you, my muse. I’m dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, covered in all colors of paint, black and white converse sneakers, which have a bit of paint on the soles, and an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. My red hair is held out of my face with a headband. “Hey. What do you think?” I gesture to the painting.