Setting

 As you wake up, you find yourself blinding by an almost incomprehensible, lilac light. Once you get the energy to get up and look around, you can now see that the strange light was coming from a pure white chandelier in the center of the place you're in. The area is fairly foreign in atmosphere; it's almost too easy to breathe, as if all pollution has been cleaned from the air. A hint of vanilla seems to have a permanent mark in the smell of the room. The room is octagonal, with several different hand-painted murals on each wall; a moon, a star, a sun, a heart, a tree, an eye, a skull, and a beaker. None of them are colored, only outlines. The walls themselves seem to be made out of concrete, but if you touch them, they are warm and soft like fur. The ceiling is pure white, like the chandelier. It's almost as if you can't tell if it's there or not, it's that clean. The floor you stand on is the exact opposite: an endless black. The only way to tell that you're not floating is to feel how solid it is.
 The only furniture in the room is a rectangular table in the front of the room and a white, circular rug in the middle. There are two doors; one is locked tight, the other leads to your rooms. The rooms come equip with a bathroom and multiple snack foods scattered on the beds.