It's not a room.  

It can't be a room.

It can't even be a door. Not on a round wall..

But inside this area is....

You find yourself in a photographer nightmare. 

There are pictures laid out all over the ground, all the same moving image. 

An image of a sinugular slinkie, endlessly falling down an escalator endlessly moving upwards. 

It is trapped, exactly like you.  Moving from room to room desperately searching for a purpose.  Anything at all that can give you meaning. 

You feel sick to your stomach. 

If you had one.

It's signed with a yellow star and a purple horseshow.