The room is warm. Perfectly warm, so so that I don't even notice the temperature. I'm sitting on a very familiar couch that I can't place anywhere else. A glass wall separates me and one of my favorite teachers. Next to me is a close friend, and in front: A love wish.

The glass wall is an interesting addition, but is such a blatant attempt at symbolism as to render it pointless. Perhaps all the grandiloquent icons indicate a regret about having an insubstantial childhood?

The forest is thick and lusciously green. I can not see past five feet from the path. I am scared, but somehow know that I will be all right. The path curves and winds through the woods. I do not know where I will end up.

The path is clearly defined in the forest. It is almost as though there is a distinct wall between the dirt road and the wall of trees to either side. It seems as though it would be well travelled, but the lack of other people or civilization would indicate otherwise.

The water is clearly a man-made pool. It is a finely crafted stone fountain made of the whitest granite I've ever seen. The spray of water shoots high into the air. Only to land in a tiered system and flow miraculously into the main body of water. The water is the clearest I've ever seen. Almost impossible. Somehow, I know that no human should enter the water.

Note the forbidden nature of entering the water, with respect to the next section of the test.

The vessel is a horn. it is made of leather, and is well used. It has a single strap that drapes over the side of the fountain.

The key is an old-fashioned type skeleton key. it is well kept and not rusted. its simplicity