Half this room is largely painted white; the other half is largely painted black -- but whoever painted this splashed their paint bucket around liberally, the black slide speckled artistically with white and the white side covered in splashes of black, like some sort of monochrome Jackson Pollack painting.

On the white side is a low bench surrounded by roses; an embroidery frame is sitting on it, with a lotus flower mostly embroidered on it. The needle and thread are still sitting on top of the embroidery frame, otherwise unattached to it. The roses around the bench have a lovely scent, old-fashioned but sweet, and are a dark red. Their vines reach towards the centre of the room in some places, and occasionally cross onto the black side.

On the black side is a jungle-gym type structure, a series of pipes welded together apparently just for the experience of climbing on them. Mud liberally streaks them, dried in strikes of handprints and footprints. Wild nature grows around the jungle gym; pruning shears are discarded in the middle of this greenery, which is fresh-scented and refreshing. The vines of this wild nature occasionally reach towards the center of the room, and here and there cross onto the white side.

In the middle of the room, straddling the dividing 'line' between the two sides is a chair. It has also been painted, or at least, it appears the remainder of the two buckets of paint had been splashed on it and left to dry. On the chair is a cloth doll, which is either mid-destruction or mid-mending -- it's hard to tell, because it's been torn down the middle to about mid belly, the two sides of its head and upper body flopping to either side, the lower body still one whole. The right side has yellow yarn hair and a pretty red stitched smile, and the left side has ragged brown yarn hair and a wide black stitched grin.

You can just make out the outline of a square in the ground.