the room is warm, very dimly lit. there are erotic pictures of naked women, kneeling at the feet of strong men. whips and chains adorn the walls of the room, thick furs atop the wooden tiles of the floor.

large trees, that make like a archway over me. again, it is dimly lit, with just the soft light of the moon to guide my way

its a narrow trail, although easy to move about. it seems very well abandoned, not a trail many have traveled

its a running stream, the water flowing very slowly, very clear and chilled

a small, sapphire ceramic cup

a hasp like key, gold.. perhaps the key to my thoughts and desires