It is cool, but not too cold, the furnishings look old and victorian, with lots of rich, deep colors, browns, bergandies, fall colors. It smells like old and well worn leather. A crisp breaze from the half open window brings in the smell of lillac and moist earth.

Deep and disiduous, lots of fronned foliage, massive twisted trunks, many places for the eye to wander and wonder.

Complicated, winding, moving through the wood, over and through the heavy trees, around bolders. Hard to climb and a bit slippery in places.

The ocean, I'm overlooking it high on a cliff, it's calm and subdued, covered by a gray mist.

A conch, light pink inside and gracefully cuving.

Stained gold, intricate and heavy. I think it unlocks a door.