I just saw the embodiment of innocence in a dream. I only saw her from mid-torso upwards.
She was around 13, wearing a topless green dress, the colour of gooseberries, with patterns on it. Her breasts were almost nonexistent. The colour of her skin was that of light coffee in my favorite coffeeshop. Her eyes were perfectly shaped, and were the colour of pea pods turning to an almost indescribable colour around the pupils, almost a colour of rust, though a bit more vibrant than that. Her hair was tied up in a bun on the back of her head. She wore no expression, at least none that I could see.
It may not seem much to you, but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, though I felt no attraction to her. Fitting, I suppose, for an embodiment of innocence.
The rest of the dream is a blur. A topless woman in a raincoat, smashing a window with her breasts. My computer and my mom's iPad (which she does not have in real life) sitting outside when it was starting to rain, and me panicking and picking them up to bring them inside. That is all else I remember except for this:
I saw the embodiment of innocence on a website in the dream, something about Christmas elves.