˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ ˖ You step away from the center and approach an old, rusty metal watering can resting quietly against a mossy root. You pick it up, surprised to find it still holds a few drops of fresh water inside. Kneeling on the grass, you tilt it over a patch of dry blossoms nearby. As the cold soil drinks the water, you hear a sharp, metallic clink at the bottom of the can...
You reach inside the rusty opening and pull out a small, silver key covered in dirt. It it feels heavy in your palm. You slip it safely into your pocket, stand up, and look back at the clearing.