The tears of the salted earth form a deep layer beneath the whale king and the pilgrim. A light gleams in the corner of the pilgrim's eye. She gently commands the whale king to look downward.
The salty mixture of their tears turned to sand has hardened into a shimmering surface. The whale king and pilgrim look deeply. They are reflected in a cosmic mirror. They look into their own eyes.
The whale king sees the dark lines around his heavy blue eye-lids. The sparkles that normally translucently glimmer on his lower lobe are abnormally dim. They grow dimmer as the whale king stares deeper.
His eyes, brown and green, form an earthly plain. He can see himself sitting on this plain. He lifts his small flipper to sip a martini awkwardly. He smiles happily at the Alaskan sun (or at least he assumes it's Alaska) and leans back in his lawn-chair. His ridiculous sun-glasses reflect the harshish rays of the artic sunlight. He takes another sip from the martini. The sun continues beating down in its cold way. The martini glass finishes. The whale king reaches his small flipper for another, but finds none.
He realizes he is on an earthly plain and there is no one in sight. Certainly there's plenty of air here, but with no water he feels a bit like dieing.
The pilgrim, meanwhile, drifts in a dark and rich river of chocolate. The confectionery delight of this river entrances the pilgrim to float. While she floats she feels bound to fully immerse herself. She wishes nothing more than to drink deeply of this dark, rich river. The bonbon brook seems to bade her, "bathe deeply in my bubbling beauty." With so much alliteration she can hardly resist. She drinks deeply of the coco current and feels the dark, rich liquid running up her nose. She rushes away in its growing stream.
The whale king hears a distant roar, the sound of wood cracking. There is a strange butteryness in the air.
The white chocolate caps of a tasty chocolate Tsunami roars toward the whale king. The heavy dark liquid covers his body as the wave crashes on the Alaskan tundra. Though not attractive, at least he doesn't feel like dieing. "Funny," he thinks as he drinks deeply, "I never thought a thick black substance would save my life."
The pilgrim gasps for breath, but can find none. She struggles in a form of Hershey hell brought on by her hell-raising hedonism and hungry heart. The alliteration begins to strangle her mind.
Heroically and dramatically, the whale king beats back the alliteration with his large head. "They don't call me macrocephalus for nothing!" From the nearish top (a little to the left) of his box-like head he sprays the alliteration with a Fissure-Forming Rainbow Ray and shakes his brilliant rainbow mane.
The pilgrim really doesn't notice this. She passes out from a delicious and wonderful overdose. The whale king rolls the pilgrim on his snout and carries her upward and skyward, away from their World of Eyes.
In front of the mirror, the pilgrim awakes suddenly with a burp and licks her lips. The cosmic mirror looks dirty, she thinks. A lot like a river of chocolate draining into another dimension. Another delicious dimension...
She pats the whale king's rainbow mane. This reassures the whale king. She smiles and breathes deeply. The skyline of a city emerges in the orange and purple sky. It rests upon a large piece of earth. She has never seen this city, but she knows it well. "We've arrived," she announces, "at the floating sunset city."
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