One would think she would be in utopian bliss in this place, all the colors natural and not embracing her form, exposing her to the light of salvation. But the exposure only reminds her of the not so distant memories of a life once lived in what was thought to be perfection. How could she have been so diluted? Silent she stands here and now, thoughts, emotions, body bare to the honest truth. If only her lips were as sincere....