Books, scores of music, stories, comic panels, pieces of art – everything; these creative endeavors seem to thrive in this hidden valley. They are known as the “Fruits of Labor”. Most of these are works in progress, so it is not surprising to find vines supplying these fruits with creative juices that flow freely beneath the loamy earth. When forgotten or abandoned, these fruits simply shrivel up and die. If you listen carefully enough, you will swear that you can hear them cry out in anguish as their vines turn to dust. Muses often come here to check on the works in progress, why do you think they keep prodding you to persevere? Dying was never pleasant.