The walls are painted bright red. The room is sparsely furnished with a table and green and yellow metal chairs. Warm morning sun streams in across the floor through an open door at the far end of the room. The doorways have brightly-colored, hand-painted decorations around them.
It's a Redwood forest, with massive tree trunks looming all around me. It's very shady, and a bit chilly. The silence is broken very rarely by a breeze rustling the leaves, or some small creature passing by in the underbrush.
The path through the forest is wide in places, with more narrow, brush-covered trails branching off at various points. Large gnarly tree roots creep across the path from time to time, so I have to be careful not to trip on them. The ground is moist and slightly squishy beneath my feet.
A small creek bubbles along the side of the trail. It's shallow and I can see the rocky bottom clearly. Tiny little insects hover above the water, and I think I can see some very young tadpoles or minnows swimming along with the current.
It's a thickly crafted, dark-blue mug. It's fairly heavy with a rough texture on the outside, and smoothly glazed on the inside. One side of the mug has a silver Celtic knot design on it. It is empty.
The key is long and slender and fits neatly in the palm of my hand. Though the key is rusty and corroded, some of the original silver sheen still shows.