The room is slightly warm and has a cool breeze blowing through the open windows. I am lying on the left side of the queen-size bed that is in the middle of the room. The fan is directly over me. There are cupboards along the walls of the room.
The tall birch, chestnut & fir trees loom overhead. The forest is bright and airy, with birds chirping and butterflies fluttering around.
The path is narrow but well-traveled. It has some markings that are clearly marked and some that are barely visible.
It is a small stream with occasional ripples breaking out from fishes surfacing. The clear water feels slightly warm from the heat of the sun.
It is a copper jug with intricate carvings, half filled with water.
The key is old and rusted but has a strange quality about it. It could unlock a room full of treasure or a dark dreary dungeon.