Diamond in the Rough
Bright light city
You're her religion
As she basks in the light that floats in through the crystal palace's outer shell, a bird trills a song of rebirth and rejoice. Of love, of peace, of hope. It's a miracle she can hear the songbird from inside of the palace, and for a moment she wonders if her mind created the twittering out of desire for such a symbol of innocence. But no, the blue bird bathes in a bird bath just outside of the exoskeleton, and she presses her fingers and nose against the crystal wall, hoping to get a better glimpse at her new friend.
Instead, she sees the world. The never-ending metropolis around her.
She sees Crystal Tokyo, her crowning glory.
The bird flutters away on thin wings, and the new queen thinks she sees him glance back her and wink.