It looks to be a view out onto a lovely rose garden. There seems to a forest not too far away, and there are, just barely, hints of a beach down a trail beyond the rose garden. The windows are firmly locked, but upon touching the windows, you get a feeling of optimism. You should be at the beach with the others right now while the weather's nice, but you're still stuck in this room... hm...

You also have the strong feeling you can usurp this truth with your own red or blue truth.

You instinctively know that a red truth is objective and undeniable.

You instinctively know that a blue truth is more malleable, theoretical but must operate within the boundaries set by red truths.