There is a single chair, in which I am sitting. It is upholstered, but not overstuffed. The fabric is a pale grey. The room does not appear to have a door, but I assume it's behind me. It is lit by indirect lighting, whose source I cannot determine. The walls are a plain cream color, yet do not seem boring. There is a reddish-brown carpet on the floor.
There is a trail ahead of me. It curves away to the left, and out of sight within about 20 or 30 yards. The trees are a mixture of conifers and deciduous trees. There is undergrowth, but it is not impassable should I decide to leave the trail. It is sunny, although most of the sunlight is blocked by the thick tree cover.
It appears to be clear enough, although there is no indication it has been used recently. The undergrowth is starting to encroach on it ever so slightly, but the path itself is mostly pebbles and doesn't show any growth.
It's a lake. It's moving against the rocky beach because there's a stiff breeze blowing. The beach seems shallow enough, but I get the feeling it drops off quickly once you get into the water. The water looks quite chilly.
It's a hollowed out gourd. It's pale brown or tan. It looks clean enough to use, and if it's been there any length of time there is no sign of animal or insect interest in it.
It's not a modern key, but rather an old barrel-style key. It's made of brass, but isn't much larger than most Yale-type keys. It's quite shiny, and has a mildly ornate handle end.
What it unlocks, I have no idea. Since it's in the middle of a forest, it could be anything, anywhere.