I awake in a glorious band hall, with instruments sitting in rows beside me. The band hall has two stories, with a staircase sloping towards the ceiling on the north side of the room. It's not uncomfortable, it's pleasant, and the sound of the instruments still linger in the air.

The forest is filled with tall green evergreens, and the sounds of birds fill the air. Thick leafy green trees are also mixed in, giving it a pleasant appearance of a tropical hideaway. It's a brightly lit area with creatures scampering through the foliage.

Glancing through the trees is a narrow path. Barely noticeable through the dense grass. It's not very dark, on the contrary, it is well lit by the sun, and is really lovely with flowers growing all around it. It looks well-used, but also loved, as the flowers are vibrant and alive.

At the end of a trail is a magnificent water fall, purely natural. It's glorious at least 200 feet high, it's so tall, and the clouds are so low, the top cannot be seen. The sound of the water is deafening as I try to tell if there is life in the quick rushing water. Then, I see all sorts of fish, just swimming, fighting the current below.

The vessel is a crude shaped cup. Made entirely out of wood and vine. The cup is a great artifact, it still holds water, but the vines have started to deteriorate and some liquid seeps gently out of the side. I quickly take a drink of water and feel the wonderful liquid glide smoothly down my throat.

The key itself is crude. Not like the bright shiny defined keys that I use to unlock my property. This key is so dirty and tarnished, it must seem to be at least 100 years old. It's the type that has one notch cut out of the circle, almost like a skeleton key, or one that jailers from long ago used to unlock their cells. It may be a key for an old jewelry box or hope chest.