The room is warmish with a light breeze running through it. It contains one or two stuffed chairs, a couch, and way too many bookshelves that need dusting. And a TV.
The forest is a mix of young and old trees of all sizes. The sun shines on the leaves; the occasional breeze stirs them.
The path is made of tightly packed dirt that wends its way off to the right side behind a tree. Beyond that it's hard to tell where it goes.
The path ends against a small natural stream that bubbles musically over some rocks. The water is clear. There are leaves floating in it; not a real big surprise considering it's in a forest.
On the far side is a bent Mountain Dew can. Some people will litter anywhere.
The key is small and bright, bronzeish gold colored, with a round top and a scraggly bottom. Attached to it is a small length of thin blue ribbon. It looks like the key to a chest.