The moons gaze, that drifts into the large room from the single window, is the only light that is every seen in the room. The walls are pure white snow and the floors are grey with only a white oval rug that is under a coffee table that sits between two white couches in the center of the room. Off to the corner of the room is a western style bed with white sheets, next to that is a wooden desk with papers all over it, the desk it self sits under the window. There is a small counter space near the front of the room that has a kettle on it and some tea cups. Across from that is a book shelf filled with books from the human world. Vistors are welcomed, as long ad Luna is in the room and have permission to go in. If not, your taking your life in your hands, walking in.