Upon entry to Leviathan’s room, one will find that it what seems like a wooden walkway centered around a singular large sakura tree - and that tree, did you know? Well - at this point it ought to speak for itself. Especially given the brightly glowing pastel pink orbs of almost flame-like light - perhaps fairies or foxfire or the souls of the lost - which dance about the room, providing lighting beyond what already exists in the room. At the far end of the room is a short staircase which leads to a raised alcove. Quite a few feet above the platform hangs a large bed covered in a way that makes it look akin to a lantern or birdcage, sheets draped down its inner sides. A variety of pillows in different shapes and sizes take up a large portion of the bed’s surface.
The room is enlarged to accommodate these features, as well as a small shallow foot pool at the base of the stairs, placed exactly where one might otherwise slip off their slippers for the night. The water glows softly with moonlight that doesn’t seem to be coming from anywhere. It’s possible it’s from the windows that give a clear view of Tokyo-F, but it’s hard to tell since the light filters tinted red through the strangely crimson cherry trees outside. (note: there are no cherry trees outside. Actually, those look a bit like fingerprints…?)
For some reason, in one corner of the room there is a large bulbed venus flytrap which has a “mouth” seemingly twisted into a menacing grin, complete with jagged fangs. For some other reason, a majority of the lights seem to congregate here. The plant itself seems to enjoy blood, and without it looks pale and withered. Unfortunately, the blood does have to be human. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be yours! For some reason, proximity to the plant causes feelings of something approaching guilt - well, it’s more like you’re fairly certain that someone’s caught on to your crimes and you’re just going to have to feed them to the plant. The feeling fades fairly quickly. Across from that is a fluffy mouth-shaped pet bed, complete with fluffy tongue.
The wisps “turn off” when the door of the bed-cage is closed or the pet bed is occupied, and the entire room is soundproofed.
DESCRIPTION
The room is enlarged to accommodate these features, as well as a small shallow foot pool at the base of the stairs, placed exactly where one might otherwise slip off their slippers for the night. The water glows softly with moonlight that doesn’t seem to be coming from anywhere. It’s possible it’s from the windows that give a clear view of Tokyo-F, but it’s hard to tell since the light filters tinted red through the strangely crimson cherry trees outside. (note: there are no cherry trees outside. Actually, those look a bit like fingerprints…?)
For some reason, in one corner of the room there is a large bulbed venus flytrap which has a “mouth” seemingly twisted into a menacing grin, complete with jagged fangs. For some other reason, a majority of the lights seem to congregate here. The plant itself seems to enjoy blood, and without it looks pale and withered. Unfortunately, the blood does have to be human. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be yours! For some reason, proximity to the plant causes feelings of something approaching guilt - well, it’s more like you’re fairly certain that someone’s caught on to your crimes and you’re just going to have to feed them to the plant. The feeling fades fairly quickly. Across from that is a fluffy mouth-shaped pet bed, complete with fluffy tongue.
The wisps “turn off” when the door of the bed-cage is closed or the pet bed is occupied, and the entire room is soundproofed.