"Gazing into the peephole, there is a rosy room.
It's lovingly decorated, with ornate flowers bursting with colour and
paintings held in gilded frames. On a table, eight bottles of paint sit, lined up perfectly."

“Jaunty music lilts through the air, invoking the mood for adventure.
Peeking through the peephole in a lush forest grove, with strange and fantastical creatures playfully skittering about.
One mysterious, vibrant orb sits partially hidden in the grass.”

“Decaying walls and peeling floors, he recoils in horror as vermin scurry briefly into sight. Beneath a film of dust, nothing but a bent cone and broken broom. Static second guesses this room, but the thought of ignoring it haunts him.”

“A beast above mere farm and game sits upon a pile of gold, but unlike the serpent, does not seek to hoard. Beneath cloven hooves there is a book with the spine turned right. The cover reads: L91.”

“Despite the overwhelming energy crackling through this room's air, there is a relieving sense of warmth and comfort. The scent of old book pages and pumpkin sweets waft through the door cracks as wax candles illuminate the dim room. Four walls. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. On the far shelf, ten bottles of varying size and colour.”

“It’s hard to make out at first, but as Static’s eyes adjust he sees a dark room illuminated
by the dim flicker of a single television set. On screen plays familiar images, rapid frames he’s seen before.
The channel number hovers in the right corner of the screen: 5.”

“Surprised to find a sturdy glass door, Static peers through and sees… himself. Or rather, a reflection of himself. It’s a room of mirrors, and he gazes at four copies of his visage.”

“The most immediate feature of this room is its bizarre shape.
Rich amber paint seems almost to drip off the six perfectly symmetrical walls that house the room.
The only piece of furniture is a large and elegant throne, with what appears to be
seven jars scattered on the plush seat.”

"Glancing in, Static sees a menagerie of covered stalls peddling various wares, and senses if the room was not empty it would be an otherwise bustling scene. Elevated on a pedestal is a grand tome, and on its pages displays the text: Teddy Bear = 12 Gold."