It is a den, walls full of bookcases, floor of stone covered with a lush, green rug. There is a fire going in the fireplace, and the room is pleasantly warm. There are leather chairs in the middle of the room, facing the fireplace, throws over the backs of them.
Lush, green foliage surrounds me. The trees are immensely tall, branches far above me. The light filters through the tops of the trees down to the ground. Birds sing and dive through the trees; deer move quietly through the brush; squirrels hunt busily for nuts.
The path is a narrow one, but easy to follow once found. Meant for walking only. Made only of dirt.
It is a waterfall, of moderate portions. The path ends at the bottom of the fall. The water is clear and sparkling, and falls gently (for a waterfall). Minimal churning and slow eddies.
It is a clay chalice. The clay from which it is made is a smoky blue, and the stem fits perfectly into my hand. There are intricate carvings worked into the clay--but it is overall a clean, tasteful piece. It is not dirty.
It is a large, golden skeleton key, well hidden under the dirt of the path. Only by a chance glint of sunlight do I see it.
I do not know what it unlocks. Something precious.