The room is warm, has at least two computers and a large soft inviting bed. There is clothing strewn everywhere, creating a sense of untidiness. There are unicorn posters on the walls, a mirror next to the bed, and a large desk. Bookshelves line the walls, stuffed with books. Light pours in an open window.
The forest is thick with underbrush, with many pine trees blocking the light. There are some birds, but almost no other animals. Tall trees tower overhead.
The trail is barely there, just an animal track through the blackberries. Vines reach towards the center of the path. It takes many twists and turns through the brush.
The water is a slow-moving stream, sluggishly moving through a valley. It is dark, and I cannot see the bottom. Many horse tracks cover the banks.
It is a chalice of wrought sliver, engraved with heavy carvings. The cup is light, and shines against the bank. There are two red jewels embedded in the cup.
The key is long and thin, simple. It looks very old, and is covered in a dark patina. The top is triangle-shaped. I think it unlocks a door somewhere ahead of me.