It's a warm room with still air. It's pleasantly cluttered with bean bag chairs, clothes, and random mess. The walls are off-white and bare, but there are lights hanging down from the ceiling. The floor is carpeted with brown shag.
The trees are thin and tall, with branches beginning about ten feet above the ground. The early morning sunlight shines through between the trunks, and the air is cool and crisp. The forest itself is dark, yet the sunlight is shining through enough to see the trail.
The trail is narrow, and barely visible. It tapers off in some places, and winds around the many trees. It's made of dirt, with bark dust and foliage on either side.
A flowing stream, about eight feet across to the opposite shore. The water breaks white over rocks beneath its surface, and is moving pretty quickly.
It is a clay vase, rounded on the bottom and with a narrow neck. There's a handle on the side, and a red zigzag pattern around the middle. It's sitting on its side in some leaves and branches on the ground.
The key is gold in color, but made out of plastic. It's oversized, like a kid's toy, and there's a hole at the top so that it can be put on a key chain or string. I think it might unlock a small house that's further along the path.