Sól ended the transmission and sighed, she sat cross-legged on her bed which was a fluffy white cloud. Her room was massive enough and white in colour, the curtains were silver in colour. There was an indoor library of a small proportion, gadgets and amenities which she had procured over the years. The room was well kept with nothing out of place, there were two massive gaming pods at a corner of the room, a small worktable by the small indoor library, the worktable was made of a substance called polished wood. Its origins from things called trees.