I see her and drop before her, her face literally white, and her lips white on the outside and pink-ish inside. I swallow and scoop her up, "Halee?" I shake her, "Wake up."
She doesn't move and I shake her again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And on the pedestal these words appear:/'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;/Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'/Nothing beside remains. — Percy Bysshe Shelley