The room is cold, a breeze is gently flowing from a crack through the window. The black sheet covering the window is rustling with the breeze. The floor is damp, water is seeping up through the carpet. The smells of dust and mildew. Through the window I can see the stars faintly in the morning twilight. The ceiling has cracks and a large hole in it thats has been patched up with caulk.
The forest is made of scrawny little pine trees. They look like little sticks. It is dark outside even though it during the day. Snow and pine needles crunch beneath my feet.
The path toward the forest are some kind of animal tracks in the snow. There is only one pair of prints, and it looks to be a large animal's paw prints. I cannot see them that clearly because it is getting darker outside. All I can see around me are the little trees and snow for miles. When I think there are no other signs of life besides the lone animal's pay prints, I see a bald eagle fly overhead.
I come up to a frozen lake. It seems to be so so still that I step on the edge of it. The ice cracks and breaks, and I see the swiftly moving water beneath the ice. I am so thirsty I don't care how cold the water is. I sip the water and the taste is pure and crisp.
The cup is cracked down one side and the edge is chipped. It looks to be made of some kind of clay, gray in color. It is fragile and brittle with age. I pick up the cup and it starts to crumble in my hand
In the middle of the path I find a a small silver key on a silver chain. It looks like someone might have once worn it around their neck as some kind of ornament. The key could have been more symbolic than useful. It could have been a key to the person's heart.