It's warm in here, but not too hot. It's dark, without windows and the light comes from a few candles. It feels safe. I'm waking up in a big comfortable armchair. A small, round coffetable stands next to the armchair and on it is a pen and a small noteblock.

The trees are lush and green. It smells damp and moss grows on the stones. Light filters through the leaves.

Roots are growing over the path, it has enough room for one person to walk on it without problem. As long as one keeps ones eyes on the path it's no danger of falling.

It's a small stream with clear water in it. The water is cold and clear as crystal. The water sounds cheerful.

It's an empty bottle. It's bottlegreen without a label.

The gleam of gold catches my eye. it's small and pretty. It looks like a key to a small lock, maybe to a diary or a small jewlery-box.