The room is pleasantly cool; there is a large glass sliding door in one wall. The walls are painted a creamy yellow and the furniture is brightly coloured and soft. The floor is wood and there is music playing.
The trees in the forest are tall and verdant, with healthy dark brown trunks and beaituful green leaves which make fascinating patterns of dark and light. The Sun shines through in places, lighting my way.
The path is about a meter wide and made of yellow pebbles. It is perfectly clear and obviously well looked-after.
The river is wide, deep and dark. The water is slate grey and choppy, churning at the bank at my feet. It rises and falls as though there is a great wind whipping it, and the spray that comes off it is very cold.
The vessel is a dark brown earthenware bottle with a rustic cork stopper. It has been glazed and so is shiny, and has a pleasing rounded bottom. It looks perfectly natural lying in the grass.
The key is a dull goled colour and has many complicated forks at the unlocking end. It is the size of my palm and has a decorative handle with small red jewels set in it. It seems to unlock something precious, like a jewellery box.