The room is dimly lit from a side window, washing pale grey light over the bed. I think it is an attic room. The floors and walls are dark wood and the ceiling slopes to a peak in the center. It is slightly chilly, and there is a patchwork quilt on the bed. The mattress is very soft, possibly a feather mattress.
The forest consists of tall conical trees, like evergreens. It is dark, but I can see patches of sunlight through the thick trees. It smells clean and cold.
The path is narrow but clearly marked. It appears to be well maintained but I feel it is abandoned. It is clearly visible but it makes me anxious.
It is a cold and rushing river. There are large rocks on the river bed and it is moving very fast. The water is clean and moving so fast it is roaring. It is very imposing.
It is a wineskin made of leather. It is well used and soft, closed with an intricately knotted drawstring.
It is a large, old fashioned key. The key is made of brass. It glimmers dully. It looks like something out of a fairy tale. It appears to open a large door, like the entrance to a castle.