The Celestial Plains isn’t just plain clouds you know. There’s all sorts of lakes, rivers, beaches and shores, and even rocks made of cloud. I say this, of course, because there’s no way anyone can figure that out based on those squiggly lines I put in the background.
If you’re wondering how the Folklorist managed to land in heaven (face down mind you) and jump off, landing safely without a parachute, well, I’m sure he’s the kind of guy who’d figure out how to do that all so he can get his hands on a rare feather at the expense of a now traumatized teenage girl. I say this, of course, because I can never tell if the Folklorist’s actions are supposed to be admirable or not.