It is a small room, sparsely furnished, with gray walls and windows that don't open. There is a chair in the corner, and I have been sleeping on a mat on the floor. It is cool.

the trees are thick and dark green. there are many of them and they grow close together. the forest is dense.

it's a narrow but well-travelled path, easily visible, it winds in between gaps in the trees.

the path ends when the forest ends, on the shore of a lake so big I can't see the far side. it's windy, and the wind blows the water up onto the shore in small waves.

it's a gray cup, lead or pewter or something, about a pint. it's the kind you might put beer in if you had any.

it's an ornate brass key, pretty big, old-fashioned looking. i think it might unlock a door or a trunk of some sort.