The room is quite small with two desks. The many-paned window looks out on a small garden. The room is generally cold, except near the fireplace, which the maid keeps burning constantly.
The forest has mostly middle-aged oak trees. The light doesn't filter through and the leaves give a greenish tint to the light. There is no underbrush whatsoever, and the dirt is fine and powdery.
The path is difficult to follow because there is no growth to mark the edges of the path. Many footprints appear in the dirt, but without a navigational aid (such as a GPS system, or a compass) you cannot really tell which way to go.
This small stream provides the first view of the sky in quite some time. The natural stream has washed away all the powdery dirt and runs over very smooth stones. The water feels like it come from melted snow. It tastes pure, but it probably contains many organisms just waiting to make you sick. Did you bring your filter bottle?
The vessel is an earthenware mug with a light glaze. The mug-maker didn't decorate the mug, so it is a glossy, grey color. The inside of the mug is still wet, but doesn't have enough liquid left to drink.
The key hasn't been in the dirt long -- it hasn't oxidized at all. The key fits a Schlage, six-pin lock -- probably someone's front door, and maybe the back, too. The peaks on the key don't show much sign of wear.