The floor and walls are white-washed stone, pleasantly cool to the touch. I'm lying on a pile of blankets near an open window that looks out over the sea. The only "furniture" consists of a couple of built-in ledges and a long bench protruding from the wall.

Tall thin Aspen trees extend as far as the eye can see. The sun shines through their golden leaves, creating kaleidoscopic patterns on the forest floor. The air is bitingly crisp and clean.

There is no path to be seen, but there is plenty of room to navigate between the tree trunks. The terrain is somewhat hilly however, with little rises and dips every few steps.

The trees end on the edge of a great open lake. The water is a deep blue, and obviously very deep. The trees continue again on the other side of the lake.

The vessel is a large Graecian urn, decorated with the silhouettes of dancing figures. Though it is empty, it is still quite heavy and awkward to pick up.

The key is large and clunky, and probably fits the lock of a massive stone door leading into an Ancient Temple. It's very heavy, and has a piece of rope through its circular end as if to hang around a person's neck.