The room is slightly dark, I can see the leaves falling out of the trees, so it must be autumn. The furniture is old and rusty and has the greatest books of all time, from Shakespeare to Orwell. There is an oil painting of some landscape. The room is rather small in proportion, but is filled with books of all kinds, and the scene outside of the window is beautiful and depressing all at once.
This is the most amazing forest I have ever seen. The trees are bursting with the colors of fall, orange, yellow, green, auburn. The trees are lined up in rows, as if the path had been forged. I feel cold, but protected. The cool crisp air is comforting. It is just before the sunset.
The path I am traveling is not certain, because there are many entrances. I of course choose the one which leads me deeper into the woods. I have no problem making my way through, and I never stop until I've reached a safe point.
I stumble across a river. The water is dark and not too clear. The river stretches narrowly from one end to the other, so the only way to cross, would be to swim.
The vessel that I find is made of black marble, very shiny, and I can tell just from looking at it that it belonged to someone rich.
The key that I find is an ancient key, long and simple. Perhaps the key is one to a small chest or even a castle, but I doubt it will serve for any other purpose. It looks valuable.