The heroes moved closer towards the loud thrumming force of the waterfall, passing the happy revellers in their sylvan amusements beside the crystal pool.

“There must be hundreds of people here,” Hatman realised. “Thousands, maybe.”

“And not all from the same ethnic groups,” CSFB! added. “These folks aren’t all from just round here. Sure, they’re nearly all black, but…”

“They have probably been drawn here through the rainbow portals you all experienced,” the Manga Shoggoth rumbled. “There are undoubtedly several more than we have seen, transitory teleportation phenomena drawing mortals from all around the area of the crater.”

“Well, they seem better off here than they are in those areas that were earthquaked and storm-ravaged,” pointed out Uhuna.

“This place should have been earthquaked and storm-damaged too,” objected Hatman.

“Is to be true that is nicer here for cute-humans,” Yo agreed. “But is not so good to be sleepwalking through it.”

“You mean it’s not paradise if you can’t choose it,” CSFB! summarised. “Yeah, I’m with that.”

“There’s some kind of rock behind that curtain of water,” Trickshot pointed out, nocking an arrow and advancing cautiously. “An I think I see somebody sittin’ on it.”

Just then the same clear, beautiful voiced they had heard before burst into song anew. It was a rich deep music that spoke to them of the end of cares, the surrender of duty, the bliss of innocence.

“You are all being affected by a powerful telepathic signal,” the Manga Shoggoth warned. “You may require your clothing and equipment later.”

“Is right,” Yo said. Although the pure thought being was affected like the others by the psionic force, Yo was always that happy and contented. Yo was used to it. “Is to be we have to go through waterfalling and be seeing who is to be singing.”

• Send Hatman to try and fly out of the valley
• Head to the big rock behind the waterfall and look for the singer
• Take off their clothes and become citizens of paradise