In the room of hands,
chains of pale freckled hands swayed.

In the room of clocks,
never ending alarms echoed.

In the room of paintings,
colours trickled from paintings of dreams.

In the room of needles,
needles as sharp as a thousand kunais flung towards me.

In the room of hares,
rings of all types of hares flied around.

In the room of greed,
pearls of gold settled into the golden fountains.

In the room of opposites,
green strawberries grew from the warped sound of trees.