In the room of acknowledgement, focus was never lost.

In the room of void, I watched as nothing returned.

In the room of rooms, navigation is irrelevant

In the room of walls, things are abnormally normal

In the room of desolation, you won’t survive.

In the room of transportation, you can zip across the globe at the speed of sound.

In the room of dissonance, here and there are synonyms.

In the room of lucidity, reality is yours to mold