The room is slightly cool, but there is a blanket to provide warmth. The walls are panelled oak, with a large bookcase and curtains that are shut. The curtains are red. I awake on a couch. It is deep and very soft, with square accent pillows. It has claw feet. In the far wall there is a large and heavy door. There is a faint smell of leather and worn wood.

There are thousands of pine trees. The needles are dark and very little light shows through. There is a little sunlight on the path. There is almost no noise, but a breeze stirs the pine needles.

The path is clear but very narrow. It feels closed in because of the tall trees so close by. It looks like water runs down the path when it rains. It is not easy to see past a hundred feet.

It is a stream, narrow but very fast. It looks cold. There is no algae or moss, and the water smells very clean and fresh. It is hard to see into because the water moves so fast. The water is almost colorless.

It is a clay bottle with a leather cover. It is brown with lines etched into the sides. It's the size of a boot.

The key is large and heavy. It is silver but badly tarnished, and the teeth are worn down. I think it opens a wooden chest.