In the room of trees, the leaves floated in the air like feathers drifting down.

In the room of bees, i got stung into a frozen movement.

In the room of books, the pages fluttered everywhere.

In the room of pens, the ink started to waste when i said words.

In the room of doors, its impossible to find the right one that leads to the right place. 

In the room of animals, it was impossible to make them be a lot quieter.

In the room of ice, I was frozen in an ice rectangle.

In the room of stones, they all collapsed.