The room is dark, though homely. It is cold in there, sometimes uncomfortable even though I would have hated the heat more than the cold. A simple bed against the wall, decorated in cool colors such as forest green and plum. floors are bare, heavy curtains cover the large windows.
The forest is very thick, but the sun manages to shine through the thick trees. The forest has a lot of flowers, as though it were spring, as well as many exotic plants.. more of a tropical rain forest.
There is no path in this forest at all... the brush is thick, as though it involved having a knife or weapon of some sorts... This forest seems to go on forever, and it seems as if no man has been there before.
The water is a deep, raging river.... falling violently from a waterfall only a short distance away. Rapids crash over few rocks before meeting yet another, smaller waterfall. The water is strangely pure, crystal blue.
The vessel is old, yet intact for the most part. It was more ancient, as though a carrier for the water. It is made of clay and carved strangely.
The key is nothing modern, more exotic or tribal. It is colorful, carved with different pictures, animals. I'm unsure of what it opens, but was perhaps used in some tribal ritual long before I foud it.