the room is cold and dark. the entire room stinks. there's nothing but an old bed without a headboard anda plain chest of drawers in the room. there is pink tile on the floor and dingy white paint on the walls and ceiling.
cypres. lots of cypress. the light filters through the needles so that everything is pretty bright, but without a lot of direct sunlight.
this is a small but distinct path with lots of twists and turns.
the path ends at a quick stream. the water is clear but the bottom is the greenish brown of silt and moss.
someone has let a translucent plastic tumbler on the ground.
a beat up brass finished key (seven pin schlage probably) lies in the dirt. it is probably to someone's front door.