The room is warm, the walls are colored bright yellow. The furniture is pine with old-fashioned tapestry. The smell in the room is medicinal, something like a grandmother's room.
The forest has huge pine trees. The pine needles are still green, but there's a light cover of snow on them. Although the sun is shining brightly, the temperature is cool.
The path leading to the forest is barely visible, a few patches of dirt where someone once traveled. The path winds in a crooked path, as if someone were walking aimlessly.
The path leads to a small creek. It's a natural creek, running from the top of the mountain. The water runs slowly but smoothly. The water is cold, barely a few degrees above freezing. The sound of the running creek is relaxing.
The drinking vessel is an insulated sports bottle. It's a deep emerald green bottle. There's no design on it, but there's a strap that one would use to hang over their head. The strap is black and so is the top of the bottle.
The key is a bright gold-toned key. It looks like it would unlock a jewelry box. The key is small but rounded, not flat.