Thalia knelt beside the marble fountain, arranging fresh honeycakes on a silver platter. Steam rose from the warm pastries into the cool morning air. She wiped her hands on her linen dress and stepped back to examine her work. The Aphroditian Baths drew visitors from across the known world, but she wanted more. Her dream burned bright in her chest—a grand hall where gods and mortals would feast together forever. Not just a bath house with offerings, but something eternal. She touched the edge of the fountain and smiled. This was just the beginning. By midday, she had built her first real structure. The Hermesean Stoa stretched wide, its marble columns wrapped in gold leaf that caught the sunlight. Water cascaded down one wall into shallow pools. Crystal fixtures held cups of wine and platters of fruit. The caduceus symbols glowed faintly above each offering station. Travelers stopped to stare. Some reached for the food. Others whispered prayers. Thalia watched from the shade, counting each person who paused. She needed the gods to notice. The stoa drew mortal crowds, but divine eyes looked elsewhere. Thalia gathered olive wood and sacred herbs, stacking them in a great hearth she'd crafted from pure gold. Ancient designs covered its surface—waves, wheat stalks, flames. She lit the fire and added frankincense. Smoke climbed toward the sky in thick white columns. The scent filled the air for miles. She whispered her dream to the flames and waited. The golden feast table stood ready in the center of her workspace. She'd carved its legs herself, modeled after temple pillars. Ambrosia filled crystal bowls along its length. Wine cups sat at each place. This would be the heart of her grand hall—the table where immortals and mortals would share meals, talk, and laugh together. The hearth smoke still rose. The stoa still fed travelers. Thalia ran her hand along the table's smooth edge. Her vision was taking shape, piece by piece. Soon the gods would see what she was building. Soon they would come.