There are shelves on the walls. There is a double bed with a flowered bedspread. The shelves have all manner of knick-knacks, music boxes, dolls, etc. The walls are painted purple. The room is chilly.
There are evergreen trees in the forest. The forest is moderately thick, but with bright sunlight.
The path is narrow, but comfortable, not well traveled, but definitely there.
The water is a river, clear, broad, and deep. The river runs gently, not fast. The river is natural.
It is an old leather waterskin, in excellent condition.
It is a heavy golden key. It is an old fashioned turn-key with three tumbler levers rather than the groove and multiple tumbler levers for modern keys. The key obviously unlocks a free-standing door somewhere, a door that apparently leads nowhere, until you open it and see a completely different world on the other side.