I have seen her several times: she stands tall in front of me. With blue colored skin her white suit shines of contrast. Her eyes are forest emerald green. They are bigger than mine. Small ridges over her hears, which are pointed, but they almost stick to the head. She has white hair connected in several braid formations. In her hand she holds a scepter, at least it looks like one, it is golden of color.
It is, however what she does that amazes me:
She calms me down. Makes me feel safe, centered. Awake.