AN: Just something I did for one of my classes and kind of liked. Thought I would share it.
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I see a meadow with knee-high golden brown grass moving as the wind lightly caresses it. The only flowers are dandelions and other weeds. Its edge is lined by a legion of trees, tall oaks and maples, wreathed in a golden flowing crown made of the leaves clothed in their autumn attire. I am unable to see any animals, but that is not to say that there are none.
There is a path that appears at my feet and slips into the forest without a purpose, sliding left and right as if at a whim. It is empty except for some underbrush that has grown over the boundaries, making it harder to navigate. The path is bathed in a filtered light caused by the sun trying to force its way through the branches.
I found a key. It looks completely normal at first glance, but as I bend over to pick it up I notice there is much more. Not being able to fit in my hand, it is larger than I thought; bands of gold and platinum encircle one center axis. The handle is made of dark wood, skillfully engraved with dragons in the midst of battle. I hook it to a strap on my pack.
I walk over a patch of ground that was less than stable and I slip. I look down and realize that it was an old water bag. It was probably made from a bladder of some sorts, but looks safe enough. I pick the bag up and beat the dirt off. Then that I see the story of how the person killed this animal, which I now realize is a bear, embalmed into it. I tie this to a belt loop.
While admiring the foliage above me I stumble over a cliff and into a small lake. While this is quite surprising, it is also refreshing. After I stop sputtering and gasping, I look around. It has a waterfall on one side, continuously feeding it and the river that exits on the other side. I stay and relax for a bit while all my effects dry. Before I leave, I fill the bladder so I have something to drink.
I continue walking until I run into a cliff. The steep rock looks as if it were a wall blocking my path. So I take a swig from my water supply and try to find finger and toe holds. About half way up I find a small ledge I can sit on and rest. I continue up and finally reach the top, where I lay back laughing and let my legs dangle over the side.
Finally getting up, I continue on my way until I see a hill. I decide to go up it to see where I am. It is not so steep that I cannot keep up a nice trot. I reach the top, and I can see everywhere I've been by looking back over my trail. I turn and look forward and realize that there is still more for me to see, so moving down the hill I go forward to make my own path.