the room is warm, that pleasant warmth you get with an electric blanket on a cold day, or a cup of hot chocolate and a warm fuzzy blanket... as for the furnishings and decorations, the walls are kinda a warm soft pale beige color, the sills and door frames are stark white, theres a couple of pictures guys in sports gear on the walls and a poster or two of guys in bondage.. theres sports gear (hockey equipment) strewn about the floor from a late night game, theres a high wingback solid oak & leather chair in the corner beside a students desk covered in paperwork and a laptop computer. its a hardwood floor, with area rugs covering the main parts of the traffic ways. The closet door can't close because of the dirty laundry pilled in the corner, and the wetsuits sticking out. Theres a black wire 5point tiffany chandelier hanging from the ceiling, but one of the bulbs is burnt out.. The big picture window in the south side has the curtains partially drawn, the fabric is a heavy damask to keep out the cold winter air. but despite the disorderly state of the room, theres no dust on the floor or cobwebs in the corners.. overall a cheery room to wake up in.
it's daylight, but everything is in a kind of omnipresent glory, even the littlest sapling has a glow about it that makes me feel like i could stay there all day, but also that I'd move along to see what other wonders were in store for me along the trail. the Underbrush is densely packed, but the taller trees are sparse, at least sparse enough to let me see where I'm going. theres Mostly maples and a few ancient oaks, i think i see a mighty Redwood off in the distance but can't be certain as to the mist that hangs in the air infused with refracted sunlight...
the path while strewn with forest detritus, is relatively easy to navigate, there's only the occasional point where i have to make my own path because of a fallen tree too big to climb over. the first part of the path is readily visible having been trodden by dozens of pairs of feet over the years, but because the trail is so long and areas are beyond normal pleasure walking, it quickly shrinks to a narrow path, and not much beyond, maybe by a hundred yards or so, it almost disappears completely except for the trail markers.
having reached the undiscovered end of the trail, i am presented with the most awe inspiring, totally intimidating waterfall and stream/river, anyone has ever seen. the waterfall reaches a height of over 80 feet and as the water falls it turns to a mist that keeps the surrounding vegetation a deep lush verdant green. the little pond at the bottom has a couple of gold fish swimming in its crystal clear temperate waters. Beauty this splendid could only have been made by God.
I arrive at the other side, and see, strangely enough, i see what looks like an Urn from ancient Greece on, yes... a low rising stone pillar next to the bank. the urn itself looks ancient with its pictures of dancing ladies and reclining lords consuming grapes from the hands of nubile slaves, but when i pick it up and look at it closer, i see theres an inscription on it. I can't make it out as i don't read Latin, but I get the impression it says something like, "Beware: this urn while beautiful has a power unknown to mortal man. Drink from it and behold the power of God."
Upon warily taking a sip from the cup, i look down just beyond the pedestal and see a glint of what looks like rusted iron. I walk around to the back and bend down to pick it up. it's heavier than it looks, must have some lead content or else why so heavy? it doesn't look like a normal key that you'd use to unlock a house door or the standard lock. it kinda looks like an old skeleton key from days gone by. you know, the ones they'd use to lock castle gates or a grand entrance hall doors with. theres details in the scribing and images on the shaft and head that makes me think it might be something special like a hope chest or treasury vault. but its hard to tell what with the lack of buildings around....