The Room is warm partially due to the sheets atop of me. The room itself is a vivid green decorated with pictures of old people and paintings of both animals and humans alike.
The Forrest is brightly lit by the first light of a new day. Evergreen tower above me stretching as far as the eye can see, no man has set foot in these woods for centuries.
The path is an old worn dear trail that blends into the woods. It curves in accordance to the trees set forth by nature.
The path ends as a small creek flowing with crystal clear glacial run off. Off downstream it empties into a lake rich with fish
The flask, besides me, is the only thing out of place in this ancient forrest. It is small with a black coating. a cross is etched into its side
The key is old and rustic, it is as long as my index finger and looks as if it could open a box or chest