The room is dark and somewhat hazy. There's a certain warmth to it, yet an eerie draft streams by from some unidentifiable breach in the outside wall. Black, thick curtains hang about the windows and the furniture looks like something from the Victorian era. Strangely, there's an assortment of modern appliances, almost like temporal anachronisms, that appear throughout the vicinity.
The forest is dark and thin, the trees nearly all dead and grey. They twist upwards like skeleton fingers of giants buried beneath the earth, reaching for the skies.
The path is somewhat beaten down. It's not blatant, but you can tell that it's there... not just a patch of space between the deadened trees.
The water is a stream that varies in width from one place to the next, on average about ten feet across. The depth varies as well, usually keeping close to two feet deep. There are a couple of small waterfalls, the tallest no bigger than six feet high. The water is cool and refreshing and clear and flows rather rapidly. It's drinkable. The bottom of the stream is rocky, but not jagged or painful to walk on.
It's a military-issue canteen, dark green and filled with some kind of sweet-smelling iced tea. It's relatively cool and half-buried in the dirt near the stream.
The key is a skeleton key, silver in color. Though it looks to have been here for quite a while, it's incredibly shiny and in near-mint condition. I'm guessing it unlocks a door of a nearby house or else the chastity belt of some incredibly beautiful damsel-in-distress on the trail up ahead.