You search a bit longer, and just before you're ready to give up, you find one, a tiny little plaque on the wall.
The light from the room is shining down on it, making the bronze light an almost goldish, coppery colour. On it, in silver guilded letters, you can barely make out the message.
It reads:
These are my adoptions. None of the adoptees within this site were made by me, coloured by me, altered by or, or anything else with me. I only adopted them, and take care of them while they're on this site. The links where you can adopt them are at the bottom of their own page, so go adopt some for yourself.
You nod vaguely in the satisfaction of finding the notice and absently agree to its terms, signifying that you are now ready to enter.
Immediately, there is a hurried clicking noise, and the doors leading from the room are now unlocked. You make your way around, reading the small, silver plaques that are at eye level on each door, and decide which one you want to visit first.