The room is most defently warm. It is a soft warm though and not a hot pink warm. There are lazy boys and large bed like couches that stretch the walls. The walls are covered with pictures of pipelin and hot beach babes and the two main atractions are the keg in the korner, the boomin sterior playing nothin but tool and a wide screen tv with an x box with halo.
The forest is one that is very old and the trees of great proportion. They seam wize and mejestick with their neverending branches and unrealisticly big roots. They are defently oak trees of all sorts, especially the ones that block out all direct light with their wide leaves and leave green shivers of light on the forest floor.It is defently not dark but more of a fleresent green hugh.
The path i travel is one that was once well traveled and know by all but now forgotten. There are no obstructions because the path was worn by many foots. The great roots of the trees intrench you in the path and the trunks make it hardly visible of were you are going, yet the path is clearly visible but rarely used.
The moving water at the end of the path is a giant stream that is deap and very swiftly moving. The Stream is almost to the point of being a small river and yet is winds and cuts through the woods as if it had its own will. The water is clear and Very swift. It moves with out noise but its great present is still felt.
The cup is old and rusted. A POS in regular terms and it is completely worhtless. It is aged beyond beliefe and is defently not something worth keaping or even looking at. It is merely a piece of rusty metal that resembles a cup
The key is defenlty not like the cup, it is smooth and glimmers in the green light. It draws your atention as if it was of great impotance. I imediatly think of a locket of something that was personal to someone like a wallet or diary.