The room is almost uncomfortably warm and is furnished in a weird 70's-ish style. There is a thick maroon carpet on the floor and on the wall are several ugly non-representational paintings in grays and blacks.
It's a forest of mostly young trees with some older taller trees looming overhead. Sunlight shines down through gaps in the leaves, illuminating swirls of dust and pollen. There is a great deal of undergrowth including several varieties of ferns and wildflowers.
It's a narrow path, probably some kind of animal track. In most places it's quite easily navigated, but there are some scrambles over logs or under low-hanging tree branches. It's a meandering path and seems to double back on itself quite often.
It's a small stream, fairly shallow in the main, but with occasional hollows of deeper water. The banks are high, and lined with small trees with roots growing down into the water. The water itself is quite clear although on it float leaves, sticks and various other small debris.
It's a small cup made of copper, slightly dented and stained with verdigris but otherwise clean. There are traces of a name etched on the handle, but they are too faint to be made out, only the letter 'E' is visible.
It's an old-fashioned key, with an ornate handle in a spiral design. It's quite beautiful, it's currently encrusted with rust and dried mud from the path. It looks like it would unlock the secret drawer on an old Victorian roll-top desk.