The room is spacious and cozy with a fire burning brightly in the corner fire place. I find it reminiscent of my grandmother's cabin, large, fluffy chairs, plaid curtains that hang down to the floor, and several area rugs depicting floral scenes.
As I head out into the wild woods ahead of me, I realize that i can barely see because of the dark, towering redwoods that line the path before me.
The path that lies before me is wide and a trifle hard to see. I lean down to get a better look at the dirt that lies on the trail and notice the faint footprints of an animal; maybe wolf tracks.
I follow the trail for a long time, it feels like an eternity when i finally reach the end. A babbling brook sits before me, strangely silent, yet moving quite rapidly. The water is blue for the most part, although it has a slight red tint to it.
After I successfully cross the strange brook I notice a drinking flask at my feet on the other side. It's about two hands wide, and made from the hollowed out horn of a bull. It is also slightly transparent, and when the light hits it, it gives of an unusual glow.
Further along the path, lying smack dab in the middle of the road, I find a familiar key. It is an old, rusty, copper key with and intricate flower design at the end of it. It looks like the key my grandmother used to wear around her neck on and old chain.