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[forced_pilgrim]

[OOC: From here.]Chinese folk religion says there are ten thousand heavens, but this is merely a folk locution for "infinite"; they are infinite both in individual size and in number

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[spcl_agt_cooper]

He's on a cloud.

He's on a cloud.

And his hair is ruffling and it's going to take an act of God to get it to lie flat again (but Dale Cooper's good at those, is known for those, so he's not thinking about it at all) and the landscape is surreal and like-not-like the Red Room where Laura Palmer dressed in black and kissed him and told him the name of her murderer -- the light comes from the sea, and not flickering lamps near blood-red curtains and a patterned floor that makes you want to tear your eyes away and scream; and the sea is

(I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade)

the antithesis of red, and Dale Cooper is having the time of his life.

On a cloud.

He raises his head and squints his eyes against the wind, grinning to beat the devil, and looks out at the cliffs getting ever-closer.

[forced_pilgrim]

Monkey laughs and laughs.

"This is the Celestial Gate of Twilight Amethyst Eternity!" he yells over his shoulder. "It's the home of the dragon of wind of the evening star!"

The cliffs grow closer and gain definition; Monkey points a gnarly primate finger at a flashing gem set in the band of rocks. "That is his palace."

[spcl_agt_cooper]

Cooper leans forward and shouts, "Does he have a hoard? And is it purple?"

[forced_pilgrim]

"He has an orchard!" Monkey tells him. "All colors of fruit!"