"Her Special Day"

#0012. Cold and shivering she waits by the pedestal. There are worshipers beneath her. But she is cold and shivering. She has waited for this day for so long. The throngs rise up on their own shoulders, clamoring. The pedestal has no ladder. The pedestal has no staircase. She is stuck below it, holding her bouquet, wondering if her groom will appear. There isn't time. The crowd tears her to pieces. They claim pieces as relics. She is theirs now.