It's somewhat dark inside, near dusk. The only light is coming in from a crack in the curtains. It's a little om the chilly side but still has a familiar comfort to it. It has the orangish red couches of my childhood and the overly ornate 1970's lamps we used to have.
The forest is full of giant sequoias and redwood trees. I can smell the crisp snow from the higher elevations. I can see the beams of light shining down through the trees.
The path is quite easily navigated with some patches of gravel and some patches of ice in the shady spots. It has been well traveled and is well marked.
The water is a beautiful, crystal blue lake. It resembles Crater Lake and this time of year it is very cold.
It is a large, brushed steel flask with a celtic knot design on the front. The design is clearly of Irish ancestry.
The key looks very old, as if it were an antique of some sort. It seems like it would fit a door or chest from the 1800's.