The room is big and cold it has purple wall paper and many many pictures on the walls the kind that are of the old-fashioned advertising boards on the wall by the window there is an table with many flowers and plants
Its dark the only light is from the moonlight, the trees are ancient, i can hear movement in the forest a few people pass me dark shadowy figures
The path is through the forest it seems to be wide, yet overgrown to the point of abandonment the people in the forest don't follow the path they make their own way
The forest takes me to the wide open ocean the sea is not calm waves are crashing against the rocks the the color of the ocean is green
an old plain black drinking vessel i fill it up with water then pour it out i leave it behind
Its a small key very pristine and new