Paradise Sketched

We've had some strange times here. Nobody had seen the Doctor for days, he hung a sign on the door that simply said "working" and then he locked himself into Room 1 of Lab Nº. 3.
This is one of the oldest buildings on The Tesla-K.Organization's campus. Nobody uses it for anything serious anymore.
I know the boys and girls of the Graphics Department go there to smoke weed sometimes, but that is really all it is used for.

But "the Doctor was in" and we saw occasional flashes of light coming from the windows. We heard intermittent banging and the sounds of heavy machinery. Booms and electric hums. And sounds nobody recognized (maybe something very, very heavy being dragged across a room very, very slowly).
And, ominously: The sound of one song (Wayfaring Stranger, as performed by Johnny Cash), played REPEATEDLY, coming from some very good loudspeakers.
Do I even need to mention it: LOUD. (like I said, The Graphics Dept. gets stoned in Building Five).

At first we all really liked the song we heard, but then some of us began to worry, as the lyrics seemed to hint of someone nearing the end of his life. Perhaps dead already.
This notion became more widespread as the hours progressed to become days, and since "Wayfaring Stranger" is a relatively easy tune to remember, pretty soon everyone was whistling, humming or singing the song.
But a feeling of unease, of imminent sadness crept into our music and the need to form a committee was expressed.

The committee discussed it at length, and The Soul Representative was elected to approach Building Three, walk up to the door and knock.
Nobody expected the door to open, so that was all the plan there was.
Another committee had already formed to discuss the next step, but they were as surprised as anyone when they saw the door fly open before The Soul Representative could lift his hand to knock. It seemed he was dragged in by his shirt, then the door shut behind him. It was all over in a few short moments.
The delegate was inside.

The Soul Representative observed The Doctor in the hallway.
Thankfully, he looked like his usual peaceful self. This did not rule out the possibility of his nearing death, but The Doctor appeared healthy and happy.

When The Doctor opened the door to Room 1 a strange light bathed the pair... they stepped over the threshold and entered (as The Soul Representative would later describe it) "The World's Weirdest Mood Board".
The room's many projectors beamed imagery of every kind of happiness on every surface. They lit up the walls with scenes of wholesome food, abundant nature, sexual abandon, smiling people, frolicking animals and so on. Scattered around the room were soft pillows, a few piles of dirt, some heaps of leaves and two easy chairs. Sketches depicting "paradise" were pasted to the walls.
And "Wayfaring Stranger" blasted all thoughts away, and so The Soul Representative heard what the Doctor had been hearing all along:
"There's no sickness, toil, or danger/In that bright world to which I go/Beauteous fields arise before me/Where God's redeemed their vigils keep".
And The Soul Representative understood: "The Wayfaring Strangers' concept of "Heaven" was The Doctor's Ideal Real World.
The place where we will all be living soon!

The Doctor had become very exited meanwhile, and he was hopping around the room in a crazed and almost out-of-control manner. "Soil!", he shouted as he threw handfulls of dirt in the air... "Fertility!"
The Soul Representative observed his mentor and guide as he dived into a large heap of leaves. The Dr. wallowed around and writhed like a happy pig in a pool of mud.
"Nature!", he exclaimed..."Our Mother, but also our Child!".
Electronically projected visions of uninhabited bliss still surrounded the disconcerting and very real sight of the drooling and almost orgasmic guru. The Doctor seemed to have gone mad.

Just as The Soul Representative began to worry, something changed, The Doctor jumped to his feet and, as he dusted himself off, approached one of the easy chairs. He directed The Soul Representative to the other.
They sat down and there was nothing around them but the sound of that ever repeating song.
The Doctor stared at The Soul Representative. A minute elapsed. Another minute began. The Doctor spoke: "You saw it", he said... "Now show it!"

With that, The Soul Representative found himself outside once again, with no idea of how much time had elapsed, or what had really happened.
But he was filled with a New Energy.

He related his adventure to The Graphics Department, and this is what they returned, in convenient downloadable, 1440x900 px form...
New World