“I think so too.” the voice says.
One of the window disappears. A fireplace appears on the previous location of the window. A fire is burning.
“Do you think something is still missing?” the voice asks again after asking once.
“I think so too.” the voice says.
One of the window disappears a fridge full of food and drink appears on the previous location of the window. The fridge is dead.
“It’s a good room.” the voice says happily.
The voice disappears.
You once resided in a triangular room. The room had a fridge inside. It was a huge fridge. Anything you could ask for is stored inside. It was a pity the room had no electricity to turn it on. Still, even when it simply acted as a pantry, it was a blessing to have a fridge like it.
You once resided in a triangular room. The room had a fireplace inside. It was an old-fashioned fireplace with wood and coal instead of electricity. Smoke sometimes drafted into the room, but still, the warmth of the fire was enough to keep away even the coldest winter night.
You once resided in a triangular room. The room had a window inside. It was a french window that could not be locked. The window was the only way in and out of the room so it was a bit inconvenient. Still, the act of opening the window and gazing out of the room filled you with a nice feeling.
You once resided in a triangular room. You could get any food and drink you wanted during your short stay there. You never feel a cold day during your short stay there. It was difficult to climb the window every time you wanted to enter or exit the room, but the fresh air the window provided nearly made you forget of its inconvenience.
“I think the room is nice.” the voice says before it disappears.
You filled the room! 
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