The room is warm. It is filled with old, comfortable furniture, a couch with holes worn into the armrests. The carpet is thin, as are the walls. But it is a happy place.
The trees are majestic, towering pines...very thick, but not so thick that you cannot see the blue sky above. Most everything is in shadow, but there are occasional patches of light that stream through and hit the forest floor.
The path is easily seen, but not large or well-traveled. It is a simple path, wide enough for one to walk abreast.
The path ends against a short waterfall, about ten feet high. It is a natural waterfall, cascading over sloping, licheny stone. The water itself is clear and cold.
It is a cup made of fired ceramic clay, crudely hand shaped but functional.
The key is a dull gunmetal color, and is large. It unlocks a dwelling in the forest.