There is nothing in this room, other than a black and white cat in the middle of the floor. Beside that, nothing. Just the cat.

The sun is right up in the zenith, and it is blindingly bright. The terrain is of white sand, and it reflects the light very uncomfortably.

This is a wide track in the sandy ground where some sparse footprints occur. There are no obstructions for half a mile ahead from here, but then there is a huge tree fallen right over the path. The cat is trotting along the path, occasionally stopping to wait for me.

This is only a narrow rill, flowing at a moderate speed. The water itself is very clear.

It is a great big huge milk jug. It is taller than me. It scares me.

It's a perfectly normal everyday key. It could be the key to anything. It's the Any Key.