Que stepped gingerly onto the edge of her consciousness. It was hazy, foggy and cold. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. In the distance was a huge mountain of books. It was as if all the books she had ever read, or ever thought of reading, formed a ladder up to the heavens. She stepped upon the staircase, and it swayed side to side. The higher she climbed, the further she could see the landscape of her unconsciousness.
As Que reached the top, she could see all her past failures and future accomplishments, but it didn’t matter for all she wanted was to become one of the Crystallized. She lay upon the ledge and cried. Her tears floated into the sky, clustering together, gem-like, and the sadder she become, and the harder she cried, the more beautiful the crystal. When Que had cried all that she could, she peered into the sky, and hovering in the sky was a crystal cocoon. Que climbed inside, and prepared herself to sparkle.