The ground is getting closer, and you're now seeing the view from halfway down. A little wind and a little splatter of bright stars. A flood of fond endorphins that brings calm of no equal. Maybe you're flying now, and you're seeing things clearer than when you were on the ground. The growing crystals are spreading in all kinds of directions. Your mother is out with her lantern trying to look for you. And you're so close now, you just need to make sure she knows to get out of harm's way.
The crystal has now encased your mother whole. Her worried face frozen in time, and you're still falling, trashing to break away from gravity. Nothing would slow the drop, and silence has drowned the sound.
(Inspired by bojack horseman)