You shield your eyes against the glare. You can't tell WHERE the light is coming from, just that it is blinding. You feel around as best you can and determine that other than the blinding light, this room is fairly standard. 

There are a few doors. Walls. Pieces of paper tacked up you can't make out as you squint against the light. The ubiquitous lidless eyes floating at regular intervals.

You're almost disappointed there is nothing weird about this room.