The room is small, but richly furnished. There's a tasteful plush beige carpet. There are heavy closed curtains with an elaborate paisley pattern. A firm armchair sits on the right as you walk in. Next to the chair is a lamp which emits a soft light. The temperature is comfortable.
The outer edges of the forest are bright, but looking inside it's dark and I can't see very far in. There are many different kinds of trees; outside it's mostly maples and inside there are isolated groves of pines here and there.
The beginning of the path is wide and clearly marked. Someone else must have made the path, but I'm alone here now. Inside, it splits into many smaller trails.
The water is a small river. Its chatter is soothing. The water is cool and clean; you can see the sandy bottom. Small red fish swim around smooth rocks.
It's a pitcher with a delicate arching handle. It's made of clay, with designs etched and painted on it.
It's an old-fashioned heavy gold key. I think it's the key to the room I was in.