In the Summerland, every moment is now and every thought is shared. Time is the silliest thing. Vampires don't respect time because even though they go in one direction only, they go a very long way. Humans don't respect time because they can't see it happening until it's too late. But in the Summerland you see it is all one thing: Time and space like a thing you can poke, and us up here staring down at it. I think, you think, it's all blanket. There is only beauty, outside your smallness; that's what the Light tells you. The Dark tells you something else, but that hasn't reached here yet, no matter how empty your chalice gets. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. They dance. They shine.

"I think over again my small adventures, my fears, those small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital things I had to get and reach, and yet there is only one great thing, the only thing: To live to see the great day that dawns, and the light that fills the world."

Jason loves it. It is beautiful. "That's because that shit is Inuit," Lafayette explains. "And we all is used to lesser religions."

But what would a greater religion look like?

They dance. They shine. Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts. Here. They are a bright candle in the darkness. The great day that dawns, every time. The light that fills the world, at dawn. Summer. They dance in a graveyard and they have no idea what a graveyard is and everything is beautiful. And nothing hurts.

Sookie: "This dancing makes me feel like I look like a total idiot."
Claudine: "Look around, sweetheart."
Sookie: "Okay, but whew. I am tired."
Claudine: "The more, the brighter you become, the stronger you will get."
Sookie, actual: "You promise?"

Everything is beautiful. Claudine forgets herself. Begs Sookie to come with them; to let it begin now. To let the great day dawn. To enter -- Or is it to leave? Is this a mirage, at death's door? -- the Game.

Sookie: "Um, where do you live? American Apparel?"
Claudine: "Even better. Imagine IKEA but, like, magic."
Sookie: "Does that mean jumpin' in that big ol' magic pond?"
Claudine: "Word. We swim, through the endless source of life into a place where life burns so bright there is no place for darkness."

Sookie balks, for several good reasons -- that place sounds like a real bad idea, for starters; everything is not beautiful and some things hurt for a very good reason, and fucking grow up already -- but also and mostly because she doesn't swim. Can't swim: Her parents drowned. Half her words are shared in the silence, as are Claudine's, as she explains that it wasn't the water that killed them, but will say no more. And the dark approaches. "The dark approaches!" she shouts, and the few magical fairies that haven't hit the pond scatter, terrified and intrigued.