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This "room" had its roof torn from it in times past, so that its skeletal framework played sombre melodies in shadow on the liberal graffiti taking up residence on the far wall. The kaleidoscopic colours of the paint issued forth a battle of the optical sense as it clashed directly with the decrepit grit surrounding it, and at its base was a pool of still green water occupying the center floor reflecting their every move; the pool itself was a mirror to the colours, almost perfectly reflecting the wall which writhed with life, devoid of distortions or ripples in its surface.

There was also a toilet which, in all its grimy beauty, sat majestic among the debris and the decay. It was the lord of this place, where it could gaze into the naked sky through the ribcage that held back the clouds. And the lord named this place Skyclad Planetarium, because he could spy the naked heavens, and they could not enter into his domain. Here he could sit among the grime, the green, and the graff, and know that he is safe.