The room is old and musty. Many books lie around with cobwebs and dust on them. In a corner is a large leather armchair. The leather on the seat is well worn, like as if someone had spent many hours reading in that same place. A book is open on the small hand carved table next to the armchair. A single shaft of sunlight which comes from a small octagonal window high in the room illuminates the dust covered words. There seems to be something significant in what is written, yet I am unable to grasp what it is.
The forest has trees that are large with crooked trunks. There is an eerie feeling. Darkness is only rarely broken by the few lucky shafts of sunlight to find the forest floor
The trail cuts a wide swath through the forest, although ita appears that it has not been used for a very long time. For some odd reason nothing seems to have chosen to grow over the trail itself. It is as though there is a highway cuting through the forest floor leading into the dark unknown.
The trail ends next to a large waterfall. The rushing water catches glints of the sunlight reflecting it back to the heavens; everything sparkles and there is an atmosphere of laughter and wonder. The water is inviting and appears refreshing.
The cup is actually a crystal goblet. This goblet resembles the waterfall and also reflects the sunlight glistening and sparkling everywhere.
The key is large, old and rusty; yet it appears to have been used to keep something valuable locked up such as the key to a treasure chest or maybe the key to a gate.