The room has a chilled atmosphere from the cold tile floor. It is full of light from the large windows. Colored patterns reflect on the white walls from the beautiful stained glass hangings. There are shelves with leather bound books and eccentric trinkets. A large soft bed sits alone in the middle of the room.
The forest is damp and smells of pine and the cold. The trees are old and uniquely domineering. Their large green leaves filter golden light through and make patterns on the ground. All is quiet except for the rustling of the leaves and the sound of my footsteps.
The path is hidden by scattered leaves and winds through the forest in no particular direction. It seems to travel to certain landmarks or destinations and then goes on. It is not a well-kept path but not hard to travel along either.
It is a small winding stream. It seems very natural to me. It carves along between the trees through the forest. The water is a very transparent green color you can see small colored rocks lying still on the bottom. It is refreshingly cold and I want to take my shoes off and wade in it.
It is a canteen of some sort. Deep green in color and made of metal. It has a attachable strap to make it easy for carrying. The bottom part touching the ground is rusted. It looks like it has been there on the bank for awhile.
The key looks as though it is brand new and has never been used. It is silver in color and the angle cuts are very distinct and sharp looking. I think that the key would probably unlock some sort of new house or car.