The room is all read, wall, floors, and ceiling are all a deep red. Its is slightly warm in the room. There is nothing in the room besides myself.
I see many thin pine trees, spread out among the hills, the are a bright green, and the spines on them are all spread out (and not bunched together).
It is very thin path, and is half covered by grass making it difficult to see.
It is a ditch. Its is the ditch where the sewage goes. Excrements where all washed up on the bank, and the water was very murky. It was probably dug by a nearby village.
It is as disgusting as the river. It is all gooey and smelly. I doubt any one would want to drink from it now.
Its one of those old fashioned keys, which are big and bronze, and have a small handle.