Asteria was falling. Falling into a world of Polyvore. She couldn't fight it; she was in a divine dream. Her fingers flew across the mouse pad as she created tons and tons of new Polyvore creations. She spoke aloud, narrating what she wrote. She was dreaming aloud, for she was one of the last dreamers. In such a world, what is a dreamer to do for fun? The answer is Polyvore.