The room has a slight chill, its only warmth coming from a fireplace whith little remaining wood. It is decorated with electronic screens displaying various works of art, and random photos of the most emotional moments of my life. There are no windows, and very little furniture.
The forest is densly populated with very large, very old trees. It is mid afternoon, and the sun is shining through in between the trees.
The path is narrow, but well defined. It is thin and narrow, just wide enough for a single person. It winds through and over the terrain, following the natural flow of the environment.
The path ends at the edge of a large river. The river is very fast moving with a great deal of white water rapids.
It is a large, hand blown glass container hanging from a tree branch. It is filled with water.
The key is an old skeleton key, with a small strap of leather tied through the opening on one end. It looks as though it was worn around someones neck as a pendant.