it will be a small square room with orange walls and the clouds with be its ceiling and the darkness of space will serve as the floor...
it will have no doors or windows...
but I will be able to enter and exit the room freely...
lights will be dancing around the room bringing with it a scent of lavender...
books and worn clothes will be everywhere... the room will be messy...
but amidst the chaotic environment... I shall be at peace...
a tree will grow out from the middle of the room... it shall have every kind of fruit hanging from it... and I can freely take any fruit I want...
it will be a room where love and hate are just sets of letters that do not bear any meaning at all...
it will be a room where the self is not subjected to illusions of pain and pleasure...
no longer shall the existence of the room and of mine will be of no value in the fixed construct...
within the room I will be able to breathe... without me the room shall only be a void...
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