I wake up in a cold, stone prison cell. It's dark and there's barely anything in the cell.
The trees are blossoming and bear fruit. It is bright.
The path is not easily navigable, not visible, abandoned, and full of obstructions. This path is being made for the first time by me.
It is a pond with lots of lily pads and murky water. The water itself is still.
It is a chipped glass. The glass is dirty.
The key is silver and shiny. The key is ornate. It looks like it unlocks a trinket box.