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>"Why are you doing this?" Koseki Bijou pleaded through the thick glass porthole. She slamed her tiny fists against the door but to no avail.
>"Rocks need to be tumbled to bring out their shine!" The blacksmith's muffled voice barely reached her through three inches of reinforced glass.
>The bottom of her dress felt cold and wet as water started streaming into the tiny, cylindrical chamber from somewhere. "No!!! Please, let me out!"
>"I'll see you in a week, my shining gem!" She heard the blacksmith's voice fade away as she clicked a switch on the wall, then calmly exited the room.
>The chamber started spinning slowly. The first few times her tiny body crashed onto the floor of the tumbler, it hurt. But each sucessive time, it hurt less and less as the world started darkening. Her terrified cries echoed in the near-empty room, which soon turned into hopeless sobbing, until those slowly petered into muffled moans.
>In time, the only sound in the room was the rumbling of the rock tumbler's motor.
It was Bijouver.
