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The room is box-shaped, simple, and of average size. At its core there is a digital camera mounted on a tripod, aimed towards the back left corner of the room. In its view a simple and immaculately made bed lies, dressed in plain white sheets, and topped with four pillows of the same color neatly arranged at its head. To the left of the bed is a small, white bed stand of ordinary construction, on top of which was placed an old-fashioned alarm clock, a small lamp whose white shade is adorned with intricate white lace, and a small picture of an unnamed girl trapped within a simple white frame, grinning out towards the camera. To the left of the bed stand there is a white bookcase with four white shelves, three of which containing white, unlabeled bound books, and the other containing an odd assortment of silver trinkets of varying complexity. The walls and floor are a stark and spotless white, and there is a piercing black throw rug on the ground near the middle of the setup, glaring harshly at its colorless neighborhood.

The opposite corner of the room is a different story. The walls and rug are stained brown and red and there are scorch marks at random intervals along them, piles of randomly colored clothing are strewn about without any clear organization, various horrifying odors drifting soundlessly from them, old rotting wooden furniture is stacked carelessly against the edge of the space, ancient pizza boxes and beer cans litter the mass, some of which contain remnants of their disturbing past, dozens of broken and shattered picture frames thrown haphazardly about, each entombing its own unique girl smiling perpetually into her own existential void, and emerging from the mass there is a single extension cord reaching its way out towards the center of the enclosure where it snakes up the legs of the tripod and powers the camera.

Description
The room is box-shaped, simple, and of average size. At its core there is a digital camera mounted on a tripod, aimed towards the back left corner of the room. In its view a simple and immaculately made bed lies, dressed in plain white sheets, and topped with four pillows of the same color neatly arranged at its head. To the left of the bed is a small, white bed stand of ordinary construction, on top of which was placed an old-fashioned alarm clock, a small lamp whose white shade is adorned with intricate white lace, and a small picture of an unnamed girl trapped within a simple white frame, grinning out towards the camera. To the left of the bed stand there is a white bookcase with four white shelves, three of which containing white, unlabeled bound books, and the other containing an odd assortment of silver trinkets of varying complexity. The walls and floor are a stark and spotless white, and there is a piercing black throw rug on the ground near the middle of the setup, glaring harshly at its colorless neighborhood.

The opposite corner of the room is a different story. The walls and rug are stained brown and red and there are scorch marks at random intervals along them, piles of randomly colored clothing are strewn about without any clear organization, various horrifying odors drifting soundlessly from them, old rotting wooden furniture is stacked carelessly against the edge of the space, ancient pizza boxes and beer cans litter the mass, some of which contain remnants of their disturbing past, dozens of broken and shattered picture frames thrown haphazardly about, each entombing its own unique girl smiling perpetually into her own existential void, and emerging from the mass there is a single extension cord reaching its way out towards the center of the enclosure where it snakes up the legs of the tripod and powers the camera.