Home in lightless sorrow, she Dwells among the empty white Walls--They hold her secret so Softly. Perfectly blissful her Sorrow lives now, closed to all Outside pity. Once a day, routine brings her One illusion of light in Hiding: Everlasting Sunshine--a Bottle of shower gel sits 'Gainst the cool, marble-like wall, Its odor filling the air. Taking After its label, it colors the Marble's blank stare with its warm, Purely golden aroma of daylight. Try as she may to escape any Relic of warmness once touched, Everlasting Sunshine, in various Forms, continues to tap -subtly and secretly- Into her heart frozen in Sleet.