The room is dark and feels cold despite sunlight pouring in from one heavily curtained window. There are old, stuffy wing back chairs like a grandmother's, a dark wood table with musty smelling books and a big sofa with faded brocade fabric. It's welcoming and suffocating at the same time.

There are mostly pine trees in the forest, reminiscent of a christmas tree farm in Maine. As I walk the trail, the trees begin to obscure the light and as I look up all I can see are tree tops and bits of sky and I realize I have no idea where I am within the forest.

There is more than one path, the one I take is narrow and bumpy from tree roots that have grown out of control. It looks abandoned and more interesting than the other wide, smooth path. I'll find more interesting things on my path.

I find a stream, perhaps originating from a natural spring. The water is clear where I stand and looks cold and crisp. My eyes follow the stream to my right and it looks murky and even colder.

There is a large strangely shaped cup of some sort and it is of shiny silver, reflecting the tiny bit of sun piercing through the trees. I'm puzzled because I would expect something tarnished and worn but this cup is beautiful and inviting.

I look and see an old skeleton key. It is in stark contrast to the shiny cup. The key is worn and looks like it's been there for a very long time. I'm starting to wonder who else is in the forest and if there is supposed to be meaning in these objects. Are they abandoned or left intentionally for me to find?