Imagine you are Cleopatra, studying in a private corner at The Great Library of Alexandria. Surrounded by scrolls, ancient mathematical tools, philosophical texts and a papyrus fan to cool you, a diadem upon your head, an elaborate bodice, elegant textiles and gold jewels adorn you. There are vines growing up the marble walls and through a tiny window you spy a candle lit temple in the distance. The chorus of the temple worshipers carries across the warm winds. You pray to the nine muses, a tear rolls down your cheek as you thank Euterpe - the muse of music - and set good intentions for your studies.