Victorian, warm with the light of dusk falling softly through heavy lace curtains. There is a large unmade bed by the wall and a heavy single armchair in the middle of the room. Discolored linoleum covers the floor. The wallpaper is too busy with a flowery effect.

The trees are huge and dark with a thundery canopy overhead. The floor of the forest is tangled with hoary roots.

The path is barely visible and difficult to navigate. The darkness blends in with the floor to create a feeling of being lost.

I cannot follow a path as such, but I do find water. It is a lake, huge, silent and deep. I know it is teeming with life but I can't see it. Occasionally the surface breaks but it returns very quickly to its stillness.

A plastic cup, small and covered with lichen it is very dirty. I do not touch it.

Small and elaborate with ornate edging. I have no clue what it unlocks.