The first thing that comes to your mind is the immense similarity to a gnarled tree the inside of this room has. Though you cannot quite place it, the room seems to be larger than it looks. Strange.
You walk inside. Polished wooden floors, rounded walls intricately carved into the likeness of smooth bark. Organic shaped windows. Shelves grow out of the walls. A dark green rug, plush and heavy, adorns the otherwise bare floor. Bare, of course, except for the piles of rather ancient looking books, parchment, wooden chairs and four ebony table legs. Which connect to a large, cluttered Table. Cluttered with a ceramic mug, a timekeeper, an exotic looking oriental lamp, quite a few books, quills, stone and wooden sculptures, and of all things, a small ocarina.
Curious, you approach the table. Flipped open is a small illustrated book, the particular image it is open at- a pencil drawing of a civet catching a sparrow. You realise this is a sketch book. Turning back a page, you see sketch after sketch- a girl huddled in a corner, a dwarf rabbit, a detailed butterfly, a silhouette under a bridge, a pair of zebras, a bouquet of daffodils? Perhaps a sketch of those daffodils growing on the ground along the walls?
Behind you, a cat steps into the door that you left ajar. The cat was small for normal standards, its black fur tipped with silver. Around its neck hung a stone sphere of spinning blue and white light, looking for all the world like a miniature planet. It turns to look up at you with round, sapphire eyes. To your astonishment it heads into the room, the room growing to accommodate the length of ground it travels. It pauses at a small clear pool framed in light, almost a tiny lagoon. Then it dives.