The room is old, more than anything else, a dusty sanctuary for old memories and lost items. Yet, there's more to it than that, and beside a couch that's been in the family for years is a swivel chair, and on top of an antique desk, closer to falling apart than anything else, is a computer... Looking into the computer screen, I can see the infinite reflections of a mirror behind me, and I smile at an infinite number of myself. The room is, overall, perhaps dusty, but obviously lived in, and oddities scattered around the place - an oversized gong, a pocketwatch, and a few interesting looking hats - give the place a personality all its own.
The forest is dark and brooding, not quite malevolent in and of itself, but nevertheles giving that general impression. Birds sing and insects chirp in the midst of a blackened forest...it looks as though a forest fire took place not too long ago, and this place seems to be still recovering from the incident.
The path is a winding, spinning, labyrinthine maze, leading this way and that, it's course impossible to determine from where I stand. It looks somewhat interesting in and of itself, seeming to almost weave in and out of reality itself...
A vast ocean, the waves crashing against the shore, pounding the rocks nearby into both sand and submmission. Crustaceans line the shores, apparently taking a break from the sea life, while the water swirls around them as the waves steadily wear away at the land. The green-blue waves seem to be determined to continue to try to erode all that is, as I watch, fascinated.
A golden chalice, glowing with it's own light, nestled in a conglomeration of grasses that seem to be bent on supporting it. Filled with a reddish liquid, it swirls with hypnotic intensity as I watch, a leaf landing in the chalice, the ripples shifting and changing to make way for this sudden intrusion
The key is a metallic chrome color, sleek and elegantly designed, combining both the elaborate nature of something ancient as well as the sheen and compactness of something bran new. What does it open? The key is, at least as far as I'm concerned, to accept at face value, to appreciate it for it's beauty, rather than study its functionality.