He was immediately hit with a wall of stream, and so could not see for a few seconds. But when he could see, the sight was breathtaking.

Plants of all colors grew everywhere, the walls, the floor, the CEILING, were all covered with vines and flowering shrubs and such. Berries of all different shapes and sizes flourished in tantalizing clusters. The boy reached out for a bright purple color, wanting to taste and see if the flavors would be just as exotic, but the girl snatched the berry and held it up.

"Don't eat anything." Then she proceeded to pop the berry in her own mouth, sucking on it before swallowing it.

"Why not?" The boy was puzzled, and a bit irritated, that she had taken his berry. "You ate it."

The girl let out a sigh, "They're deadly." With that she turned back, walking off again. The boy followed, grumbling about the unfairness. They reached the other side of the building, where the girl went to a small shed and pulled out gloves, shears, and a small pot.

"Put these on," she told the boy, who complied; this time without complaining. Then she headed for an artificial waterfall towards the one side of the greenhouse. There she filled the pot with dirt from a bag that was falling over, spilling the contents across the floor. Weeds had grown into it, so long that it had lain there. Then she set the pot aside, along with her hat. Leaning over under the waterfall, she drank from the crystal clear waters. Then she pulled back, sitting on the rocks beside it.

"This water is probably the only thing that you can let pass your lips." She stated calmly, "Go ahead, drink your fill."

Rolling his eyes slightly at the girl's mysterious words, the boy mimicked her, drinking from the falls. When he had his fill, he sat across from her.

"What is this place?"

The girl smirked, "A greenhouse. Duh."

The boy smirked right back, "Right. And where is this greenhouse?"

It was then that the girl sighed, but she reluctantly replied.

"There are many names for this place. It's been known in the past as Paradise; I haven't caught up to what people call it in your time." The girl shook her head, "But Paradise is not a good name for it. Have you heard the story of Calypso?"

The boy nodded, "She was sent to an island for supporting the Titans in the Titan wars. It's all just myths, but apparently she was cursed to fall in love with all men who washed up on her shores, but they would all decide to return to their worlds."

The girl whipped her head around, eyes smoking at the boy as she stood up.

"It is not a myth. None of it is." She hissed, voice very low. "You dare to mock the fates of those people? Of me?" Then she stalked away, boots clacking angrily on the floor.

"Wait!" The boy called, running after her, but he tripped over a root. He got up, only to be tripped again. It was then that he noticed that the plants were moving, sliding, and it was towards him. He scrambled back to the rocks, until he could back no further. The vines wrapped him, up, and he could feel one squeezing around his throat. He began to lose consciousness, and fell into darkness.

He sat up, sweating and breathing hard, heartbeat racing. He was in his bed, the sheets tangled up around him. He looked at the clock seeing that it was early in the morning, and he lay back, trying to fall to sleep once more.