The room is quite large, it has few decorations, only a few furnitures, like a bed and a table. The bed is small, large enough only for one person. As for the table, it is full of papers, on which are written texts in various languages, yet a whole lot of them also share space with small drawings of heads. The room's walls are blue, however, the one with the door is pure white. It is a quite cold.
The forest is bright, the sun fills the forest with its light. All the trees are in the sun, even I am bathing in it. The trees are tall, wide, huge, it is a very old forest. Most of the trees are cedars. Small plants cover the ground.
The path is narrow, and not much work has been done on it. However, it is still clearly marked, even though you can feel that no one has passed by for years.
It is a small stream that comes from the surrounding mountains. It is rushing through the forest, sparkling in pure withe against the sun's light. It looks pure and refreshing, however maybe a bit cold to drink. Rocks make it splash high as it rushes.
It is made of glass, quite ordinary glass, transparent. It is clean, standing still on a rock. It is free of ornaments.
It is small, very shiny, glitering as silver. A word of somekind is written on it, however, I cannot read it for some reason. It looks like an ordinary key. I think it opens some small locking device.