The room is cold, but enough morning light pours through the windows that it is reasonable to assume it will be warming up soon. Three chairs line the south wall, in equally pastel shades of yellow, green, and blue. A bust of Dolly Parton adorns the west wall.
The trees are mostly poplar, beech, and alder. A single larch appears to be far older than all of the other trees. A bright light filters through the upper canopy, presumably originating from the sun.
Just before entering the forest, the trail forks into three separate paths, which are indistinguishable from one another aside from the wooden path markers, which are inscribed upon in Hebrew (in equally pastel shades of yellow, green, and blue.)
The water is in fact a lagoon, though currently uninhabited by any fiendish lagoon-creatures or Hollywood producers. The water is quiet, unassuming, and enjoys working on jigsaw puzzles with an excess of 1000 pieces.
The flask is right there in front of me, but for some reason I am unable to pick it up. Why on earth can't I get ye flask?
They key is brown and gelatinous. It unlocks the door that was hidden behind the bust of Dolly Parton, but now that that room dissolved and all it's going to be really hard to get back there.