The temperature is neutral. The furnishings are rich, with dark hardwoods, leather books, and finely tooled metal doodads. A subtle picture is inlaid into the floor. Damn it, I think this is a scene from Myst.
The trees are many, but poorly rendered. That would be thick, I think. It's fairly light, as the programmer has incongruously specified a dramatic but unlikely light source under the canopy.
It's wide and easily navigated, laid out in wood shavings, lined with those little metal wickets. Not too many people seem to use it.
It's a lake, or at least it seems to be-- the far side is hidden by mist. Or should I say shrouded? Let's go with shrouded. The water itself seems to have been created in a supernova some 7 billion years ago. It's wet. The wind causes some small, satisfying ripples.
It's a small clay vessel, poorly made, with an attempt at a coat of arms stamped on the side. Probably some poor medieval's first attempt in shop class. There is a dark liquid inside. The subtle odor of Yoo-Hoo wafts up from the vessel.
The key is virtual, consisting of a random sentence from Finnegans Wake. Like everything else in that book, it's incomprehensible to non-English majors. No doubt it unlocks some magnificent treasure. People always leave keys to their magnificent treasures lying around outside.